i was just part of the crowd but now,
numerous eyes were staring back at me.
waiting for a command,
whether to turn left or right?
to step back or fight?
this is not right.
maybe, i wasn't born to fight.
they were still talking to my soul,
'what path should we take?'
then listen to what i am trying to tell,
'how could i know? when i, myself, is lost too.'
// captain.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Solitude Hour
Puisii have been locking up all of my thoughts and shutting down voices inside my head. i am terrified to see how messed up it is and to hear what a horrifying sound it would be. but sometimes, when i am alone, i let them be wild and free. and then i wil...
