i lay here beneath
the wall of clocks
you created for me

the sound
of their ticking in unison—

a deafening reminder
that you once
made time for me

She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅,
𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
—her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           —𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎.

the world works like a machinery,
and i am a young robot
made to function despite the misery;
at the expense of death on the inside,
pieces of me were individually bought.

IA