rantings

a week or a day
a year come what may

a tale like any other
a dreamer and a lover

of memories dear to me
of things thought to be

of people telling lies
of things i did not realize

in life or in death
in moments when out of breath

in darkness nor in light
in times full of plight

for when i was sorrow
for that time i was hollow

for what my heart were missing
for you this heart is aching

- vomitted by si pemalas -