2018-01-12 - 2:06 p.m.
A strange dream about you We were on an open field, when I heard you say: “Here’s where I buried some older parts of me.” So you started digging the grave with half the strength you gave bits of details spilled out of your mouth but the rest were somewhere deep down right there underground. Almost half the job, you slowed down to a stop I asked you to let go of the shovel because I could see your strong hands tremble. “That’s okay,” I assured you, as I looked at your frozen expression “I don’t need to see it today. I’m still here anyway.” I’d wanted to reach out for your hands but then I woke up in my bedroom again... R. (Jakarta, December 18, 2017)
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