I am not hungry, I am not lost,
But I feel like I am for a moment.
The moment I lift my feet
into the ground,
I felt like I am escaping
from a shell
that has been my home
since the beginning.
I rode a three wheel vehicle.
Wind is touching my skin.
But I cannot feel
my soul once again.
Seems like I misplaced it
somewhere else.
I ate a fried rice with an egg on it.
I even brought
all my things with me.
But I do feel like empty,
I do feel like
searching for something.
Maybe something I lost before.
It might be myself,
since I have never became me
the day after I lost someone else.
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Unheard Words
Poetry"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not m...
