Burning the ashes like a freak

Like a coward in the middle of the fishes

In the middle of the crowd, i saw a man holding a gun

I saw a lady holding a phone. Talking

When people are talking

When people are talking with expressions

Not words that hurt you

But their eyesight

But their smile

One day we settle all of these shits

People are jerks sometimes or whatever

Time are jerks sometimes or whatever

Everyone loyal until the storm comes and it is fine

I hate hugs like that, that i don’t have

I try to not envy, i really do

But God, my anger. My anger really became my friend

Not in advance but at heart that i don’t give a damn

It looks like i’m going to go back to the road holding a gun

(2019)

Linger | sebuah cerita dengan visualisasi fotografi analog

Linger | sebuah cerita dengan visualisasi fotografi analog