Category : Diary/Journal

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Airport Lounge, Kualanamu, Medan, North Sumatra.

what exactly am i supposed to do with all these words stuck in my chest? there is no bridge from the heart to the lungs, none from the heart to the tongue. they are a glass ball sitting in the chambers of my heart, heavy and cold, leaving in shards and grains, in the blood. my words are sharp and cruel. they must traverse my entire body in veins and arteries, cutting and splintering my entire body from inside, tearing my skin apart from underneath before arriving in my lungs and leaving my mouth, but as what?
they taste like confusion and sorrow and ecstasy and rage and alcohol on my tongue. they taste of something too large for me to digest and too heavy for my throat to carry upwards and too much too much for my body to bear.
it feels like a star in my stomach and the moon in my mouth.
it feels like flowers b l o o m i n g in my lungs
it is so beautiful but i can't breathe