Botol Kaca "Kompleks"

shore and sea, meet me here (an epitome of a well fed hollow) I'd feel the sadness of the sea, unable to hold onto shore Only with the breeze, it got to the front door I'd fill what the sea might feel in a reel, 'cause it's all the same for me, a ruthless bore I've adapted to a world where feel is not something to peel, a relentless torture and more So, I keep going with what I've known to be right, must, just, in its truthfullness A tremble, by and by became too much, it's the overflowing sea inside howling in search, for a shore it's trying to reach, tearing crust in utter trance An ease of heart emerge, "Is this the chateau where I'd invite myself for eternal slumber?", it dwells in resonance The remark left with a reverberating return, put me in a churning, haunting, agitation, "The world will eventually fold itself to an answer, yet the question still echoes within", from one of the world still standing beautifully romanticis...

drown me in the basking green (a thought of the other end) By and by, the glass filled with dye Of what color you might ask, of course in green i bask The transluscent glass, and the illuminating colors of green It is like the grass, charming and serene Oh, hesitance came, from the process of thinking and forecasting As the thought run through, i shake in fear and uncertainty, breathe in anxiety,  for I know it is somewhat unknown, the other end which collects back the loan This cocoon of mine, yet to tear, is shaken for the foolish act about to transpire Is this what i really want? Well, for that subject there is none, but for the heart to yearn free, free from what you might ask. Free from the horrendous forlorn travel, the uncertainty of what might unravel, the lost uncompleted chapters of cradle, the devastating tale of a high time dreamer who lost her wonders and the reason to regain strength for another page even just to idle. She is lost, for she hasn't view nothing but the ...

    water meet me, a heart yearn free (an 8 a.m. dream)      Everyday after i wake up, i do morning rituals, open my room window, water my beautiful loyal plants, go to the screen to watch videos in youtube or play a playlist in spotify as a starter for a possible good day, eat breakfast but not too full, then I'd kill myself, hundreds of times, in the head I mess and now is messed.      I'd walk myself to my campus's lake, feel the grass and cold wind as I walk stroking my weak hopeless skin, as i arrive on the edge, I wait for five minutes. I was waiting for the song to stop playing. Then, I leave my phone, earphone, shoes on the hard rock I'm standing on, then jump.      I'd always enchant these words, "it's okay, it's okay, it's not scary, it's just water, it will be suffocating, it will hurt but not as much as what you've been enduring since five, it's not scary, it's just water, you want to die anyway" and ends with "...