Tuesday, August 3

Seep into me

our history is a full-loaded washing machine that went on spinning and spinning. it blends colors. it changes red, pink, yellow and purple into white.

i remember the night when we were in the car, you're driving and i was looking out the window. the traffic was heavy. people rushed home. you told me you didn't see me trying, that you were the one who's been fighting. i went silent. i knew you knew i'll always do that. and i knew that you'll always hate it whenever i did that.


in my defense, it's not that i left you alone in the battlefield. i held the gun full with bullets but i pulled the trigger only when i felt desperate, just like raindrops that hit the umbrella. hard and desperate.


you asked me why.

i said because i ain't you.