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44 · Oct 2020
i'll be dead by 11:59
BlindLight Oct 2020
lectures in the afternoon,
mind's set is like balloon,
floating to nowhere,
until a cloud sends beware.

wake up with loads of assignment,
thinking someone have excitement,
the witch who just turn her back,
being naive to what we lack.

deadline pretty sure is stressing,
but rest is still messing,
until an hour before midnight,
surely i'll be dead by this night.

not only by the scold of the witch,
but also the yell who i was bewitched.
:) i should go back to what i should be doing, right?
43 · Oct 2020
raindrop
BlindLight Oct 2020
Words can feel in,
But not a thing.
Master piece awaits,
Either stop or wait.

Took a long way to appreciate,
That says to be the best,
But seems the catastrophe.

Day and night,
thoughts are stuck.
Still just laying down,
Waiting for 'something',
Hands are rotating,
Yet just the tear have moved.

Unmotivated.
Not being appreciate.
Tired.

Just like me,
We still rest at the same spot.
33 · Oct 2020
around the grass
BlindLight Oct 2020
oh times when we still laugh out,
throwing muds and paint,
being pirate and princess,
acting when we get stabbed,
running until our lungs out,
joy still go around the ramp,
does it?

around the grass,
we shout,
we play,
we love,
we joke,
we boisterous,
we cherish.

our secrets that never told,
our journey we wrote,
our adventure we sing,
our secrets shall now be told.

around the grass,
we shout,
we play,
we love,
we joke,
we boisterous,
we cherish.

do you still remember?
every memory?
pictures that took hours,
trying not to laugh,
teasing each other,
do you still remember?

around the grass...
where nothing we company.
we welcome,
where nothing have problems,
we solve,
where we put our joy,
do your remember?
32 · Oct 2020
write me
BlindLight Oct 2020
dear my parents,
my friends,
and neighbors,

you entertain me,
you fascinate me,
you interest me,
you make me wish something,
I never thought before.

and I thank God,
someone make me build up myself,
to redesign me again,
to make a masterpiece again,
to write me again.

— The End —