Good Times

last summer
where it started to begin

someone entered an mysterious cloud

it was white
it was blue
it was green
It was brown

remarkable

such a good friend
sail through the oceans
in a world flying in the air

they were free
free as birds

felt so right
felt so nice
good times

swiftly
she thought something's wrong
and it's not right
too many questions
too many what-if s

no one could stop it
it's stronger and stronger over time

she decided to stop herself instead
she sailed to different direction

deep down inside her heart,
she wished she could go back
she know it'd never be the same

has she lost all of it for good?

Gray

gave it another breath
a fresh start

just to finally know it's going to be wasted
just to finally know how it get wasted
again

reassurance without reassurance

who knows that
comfortable silent is really that too overrated
and disappointment actually has a name..

The Unfortunate Ones

brain keeps rewinding that moment and that question.
everyday.

reliving the sound of disappointment in the air.
the sigh.
the tune.

recalling the moment once again.
the absence of eye contact.
turning the head right.

gulp

gave an answer not to answer.

could hear the heart breaks living
in that question..
could hear it screaming
jumping into the water..
hopelessly.

in this mad and cruel world
they're the chosen ones

they're chosed
to be the unfortunate ones

two fool souls
stuck in between
"in love" and "heartbreaks"

strange,
one of the poor souls
have decided to go in silence ever since
as it was nothing at all..

the other poor soul
have missed the soul who lightened
the whole universe
in the heart..

What do we do?

no one told us
how it's going to be
how to avoid it
how it comes
how it ends

checking it a hundred times
looking left or right

no direction

stuck with the same map
old and lame map

looking back at
the time and the moment
we couldn't go back

trying to figure out the lead
the clues

nothing.

or

are we just trying to pretend
to stop moving forward?

are we trying to cherish
every moment we could
before they find out us the lost ones?

before the same old lame map
in all of sudden have direction?

direction to the eternal exit..

to the exit we know we'd never want..