i had a dream when i was fifteen. i collapsed, in a room full of people, a party i think, lights glimmering about, and not one notices. not one notices. and it was my own doing anyway, ready to die, ready to collapse and be obscured from the masses and drown amid all the noise. they stared gaped gathered around me yet did not offer me not one hand. funny thing was i remembered i was smiling happily, lying on the floor like that. as if bliss decided to finally take me in.
i told myself this dream was a prophecy.
of course, the next day i tried to fulfill it. in my own way of course. the grand exit. what lunacy.
why now i recount this? a girl here witnessed it, or was part of the day it happened. a mere spectator. a lingerer. spoke to her to-day. hm hm, not one remembers. not one. i am to be forgotten. sometimes i think i’m too dramatic. superfluous, even.
emo je lebih. padahal takde ape pun.
perkaraperkara 