it was like an algebra to a first grade student.
it was like crying out of joy and then laughing out of lament.
it was like a fish into the sky.
it was like being fed with a bitter lie.
it was like sunspecs to a rainy day.
it was like raining on a sunny day.
it was like seeking for something unidentified.
it was like working hard and then being fired.
it was like exploring between Sun and Pluto.
it was like being forced to recite a motto.
it was like reading a book of blank paper.
it was like writing without a genuine reader.
- how lost feels like
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Puisi". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
