I don’t know what to write but I will keep my pen moving

in case someone find out that I wasn’t even thinking

just like what I did when I was in the primary school

when the teacher assigned a task

but I never get any ideas.

 
Drawing on the page:

a line, a dot, a bowl of mama’s rice, a cartoon figure.

Commonality of human experiences

quite an amusing observation, really

to see everyone panicking about the same thing.

Thinks but Im not sure

soft was the memory

but yet haunting it managed to be.

It was a source of hunger

of unsatisfiable desire.

As I tuned uncomfortably to rid the memory

a world of dread of future engulfed my room.

As I tuned to get rid of the shock

another room beside me started tuning as if it were a cube.

As I tuned to run away

this huge current generates by the rotation pulled me down again.

As I struggled with my last bit of strength

I disappeared.

I disappeared together with all my belonging

I brought to this world for no purpose

I cried when I born and laughed when I died

I found the 2-year-old me under my bed.

When I have purity, dream, angles, and the longing to grow up.