a slow inhale as i wake aches in every muscle every nerve on its end exhausted and heavy time blurs into itself into a single moment into picturesque bliss on a rotting canvas i am rotting with it the world keeps spinning my clothes become tatters my knees become weak my feet bleed if i could just close my eyes for five more minutes five more hours five more years which is better to stand and fall or kneel and live to live is to suffer to forever kneel for those who tower over me to always be less to always be this to feel the world crumbling around me again and again i kneel and cower to protect myself from debris that crushes me anyway life is kneeling so maybe i should stand and fall because kneeling isn't living
We all have the ability to suffer when it comes to love. We all have the ability to get the pain when expectations run away from our brain. The reality always hits you. And here I am in. So let's get all of them create you become an art. This poem may not get you but it is better to share with you. You may not realize who you are now, until someone tells you, someone that you didn't know before; the strangers in your mind.
Indonesia, 11th January 2022 Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho