Is the world still too heavy to put on your back?
Are you still the fly that trapped in the web?
Are these lines still reminds you with always that you used to play?

Hey,
How is the tune going on?
Do you still pluck the chords and turned into a maestro like you wished you were?

And,
Was I asking you too much questions,
Until the lines we sewn sprawled and the strings broke?

Those whys, those whats,
Those always we wasted,
Have they pixelated into stardusts, sinked into the outer space?

Until the sound of the melody unheard?

Here lies the rhetorical I wish they never have the answer,
and let it all come back again like it always have been.




Sasha, 2 September 2019.
Having unstable hormonal state and listening to Always -Panic! at The Disco.

Shoutout to the illustrator @yvidhiatama thousand thumbs up to you