How I Define
Oktober 29, 2017
maturity would never be explained as easy as we count the age that turned each year.
i feel lost, in a peachy afternoon.
i feel lost, in my ambitions.
i feel lost, in my playlist which i repeated in my way to go home.
i feel lost, when i have to argue with you.
i feel lost and empty, to correct your attitudes toward me
then impulsively hit me, i am the one who always wrong
consecutively beg you to set this up again and again.
"how many more?"
i secretly asked myself.
that maybe, the one and only way for us to count our maturities
is by
letting each one of us go by.
and,
deeply put your name in my prays.
(a.d. // 2017)
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