The world is too much for small presences like us

If we look at the star, everything is too big, too far, too large

We forget that we have another presence that smaller than us

But sometimes, this is just us and universe that we fight in our head

The air feels like it crumbs us to the piece

Not fully, destroying, suffocating, not hot, not cool, not comforting

Feeling crying, feeling sad, feeling anything but happy

The surrounding is too hectic yet too silent

Tragedy, tragic, I want to puke like crazy

-10 Februari, 2024