On a cigarette **** that burned out but forgot to smoke, in a cup of coffee whose dregs are accidentally swallowed, also a pile of novels whose contents are only romance, I love you like a loss. I once imagined you were writings that I needed to read many times until I could understand then I guessed and ended up still wrong. Sometimes, we are too confident for things that are not necessarily certain then turned off after reality hit it repeatedly.
Indonesia, 17th November 2019 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho