There is an arrow, locked away somewhere, silenced My heart has felt it, its caress True consolation of one's life That arrow, buzzing vibrato after so many windows of my soul, will break your chest, will strike you dead with no notice.
Like a dead poem who must be reborn on the same night again with all the endless silence, words back to learn to string his sentence.
"Everything that has been exhausted now it's between love and hate."
And a long road engraved back to make a new face along with each space. We try to say the word go, say the word again. Everything that looks new never forget the past. And for all that is finished, waiting for another story to the last.
Indonesia, 17th May 2022 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho