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Viktoriia Mar 2020
they're all the same.
always asking
the same questions,
wondering if you're okay,
terrified of hearing the truth.
how are you supposed to explain
that you take the pills,
and you do the talking,
and you try so hard
just to keep the waves
from crashing ashore,
but it just doesn't work
anymore?
is it too late to choose
the opposite door?
will they let you give up?

god, it's always the same.
answering the same questions,
digging holes in your skin,
a crawling that never stops,
an itch that cuts through the bone.
and when you're alone,
forever and ever,
it's such a dreadfully long time.
is it too late to surrender,
walk away from the fight?
if living no longer makes you
feel alive,
is it time to quit?
will they let you give up?
Megitta Ignacia Mar 2020
Biar rintik tangis langit membawa ceritaku ke awan dan dijatuhkannya di depan matamu.
Sampai basah tersimpan pada kelamnya aspal Gudang Utara malam ini.
Sudah berendam pada firman-firman Bapa, untuk pudarkan namamu dari jiwaku.
Pikiranku bulat, doaku tegak.

Jadi, sampai disini saja pementasanmu, kamu bukan lagi lakon utama ataupun lakon pendukung ceritaku.
Koper ini kutinggalkan, terlalu lelah pundakku menanggung beban pikiran atas kemungkinan yang fana.
Biar bumi berkisah tentang kekosongan yang pernah tak kupahami. Memoriku telah lalu, kini terisi dengan yang baru.
060320 | 22:30 PM besok subuh jam setengah empat udah harus berangkat ke bali, terima kasih bandung dan jakarta untuk hari-harinya. Hari ini sempet paranoid, nyium wangi cologne yang begitu familiar di park230 taunya kayanya pengharum ruangan aja, lewatin suis butcher, muka-muka orang bisa transform di kepalaku. Ya, paranoid. Setelah ditimbang lagi, keromantisan itu gaada apa-apa dibanding kenyebelinan & rasa acuh & kegerahanku setiap ketemu, layar hp-nya dibalik gelagat mencurigakan yg biarlah berlalu. Belum lagi kalau jalan bertiga sm nyokapnya, gw selalu ditinggal jalan dibelakang, lol, gw bukan babu. Diminta berusaha, buat mempertahankan hubungan dengan sekali seminggu telepon aja gagal mulu, memang prioritasnya kerja bukan hubungan, tak apa menimbun, tp kalau berlebihan ya buat apa kan materi ga dibawa mati. Saat ini merasa content dengan apa yg dimiliki, dan sangat-sangat bersyukur tuhan pernah blg "wait" / "no". Roman 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
Tom Atkins Jan 2020
The house sits at the edge of the woods.
Long abandoned the forest has taken over.
Vines tendril through nooks and crannies.
The door hangs on one hinge.
In the center of it all, a tree has grown,
pushing its way through the roof,
The ironwork has rusted.
The floor has collapsed.
And the mortar between the bricks has fallen out.
Bricks litter the floor,

Evidence
of what happens, slowly,
from the first moment of surrender
to the last.
About buildings. About our own lives, on so many fronts.
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