"Nothing stays the same", said the old men.
But this feeling was so eerie, when you left this place with resentment.
Without warning you shut the door of possibilities.
I never ask why to anything I'd done wrong in my life;
but this, this felt so wrong; there's nothing could answer this madly aroused curiosity.
You have made me really mad.
I'm mad of hunger; nothing sufficiently can full up this belly crowded by the parasites of ignorance.
I am really ignorance of your sudden swelling anger.
Your anger is nothing to your silence.
Every silence in my life hints me there is something different about anything around me, about me.
Therefore, that old man's saying is true, never in my life has any of a thing that stayed the same;
but your being different really makes a difference.
It's like a single blow in my hairy chin.
Your madness maddens me.
Your anger angers me.
I hope that I am really noisy for not being silenced by your silence.
Under the velvet umbrella in the middle of my rainy days;
rained down by many questions of prejudice and curiosity.
15 04 2013
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