The look when you walk in is different every time.The memories inside seem always the same.
Refreshing pine aroma blended with plenty of notes.Let’s stop by laughing at the gapanese like a dog.How many times do you bite the book you picked up.Sitting in the empty spot and reading the author’s words first.
Paying a deaf ear to people passing by.When you read the meaning of the written word.
I feel like I’m floating alone quietly.Pressing carefully the books that have never been opened.When the power to not fold gets messy.Finally changing the posture of the leg that comes down.
Eventually, you stand up with your butt in other countries.Today I put my head in a corner of a poem.
I’ve never been to in my life.When I put the first poetry book I bought with my own money on my armpit.And climb the stairs again. Remind me of when I first learned how coffee and liquor taste like.
Maybe I am, Back when I didn’t understand poetry I’m sure you’ll miss it.
Disclaimer : Hello comeback with me yuhuuu. Okay aku kali ini nulis puisi mungkin dengan sedikit cara yang nyeleneh eh aneh, yups mungkin dengan diksi yang berbeda dari biasanya. But I wrote all this with ideas in my head and also during chaotic period of healing my leg after an accident lol. Lebih tepatnya ide ini muncul karna ga PKL habis kecelakaan hehe. Baik sekian terima kasih. I hope to win one of the champions aamiin…