I will be forgotten and I am waiting for it. At first, you realized it or in the last, you knew about it. The time that brought you to grow always explained to you that the suffering seems like the voices you canβt hold. I will be forgotten and you knew that I am waiting for it. You tried to tell me about it. But at first, I decided to be calm in every moment I can do. The wind that blows. The sun that always let me glows. It will be remembered. but I will still be forgotten. The story that told you in every book you love just leave me memories. Thatβs a gift so I had to keep them as I had many glories. I will be forgotten. All I wish I could do is only tell you so it will be remembered.
Indonesia, 14th September 2021 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho