By Gianita Puspita Dewi
I lost myself
In the chaos that surrounds me
Not enough words to speak the thoughts
And the nature of feelings.
I can't understand anything at all
My fingers fly along these words
As I forget that now
I'm running out of words.
I write in ink
Because you can cross it out
All you like
And it will still be there.
I can't stand to only hear your silence
But those pretty leaves
Just call you right in.
There's no lust anymore
Just wishful thinking
There's nothing lonely in the solitude
Nothing lost in the presence
There's always hope.
