The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

A PAPERCUP THAT'S HALF-FILLED

i am not stranded. but anyhow, i was painfully reminded that i was, yesterday. like a fist clenching my heart when i saw what i saw. when i had to pretend that nothing ever happened. and i had to pretend that it hadn't affected me in any ways, at any times.

no more affection for you, but what is left is the miserable memories of how weak i was. the weakness that love leaves you to be in front of whoever it may be. and for that, i regret.

like dust that i scattered in the winds
like the paper plane that i thrown into the sea.
let us forgive and forget.