ayaw nyo ba akong kausap.

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the scent of tobacco that wafts through the air down to the corridor‚ hinting a bitter-sweet aroma to whoever passes by. the urge to savor the fragrance the strong desire to feel the smoke around your body pushes you to crave for more. as you touch the length of the pipe you use to burn a tobacco‚ you feel the smooth and elegant engraved designs to make it more outstanding among the others; the impeccable alacrity of desperation are showing in your face–a pejorative travesty of ignorance‚ that’s understandable because the desire of being unique are burning to your inside.

the taste of the vapor inside your lungs when you inhale the pipe brings a animosity fragments of your nightmare‚ the more you intake‚ the more you savor the taste of your longing desire. while you hear the tiny voices inside your head‚ urging your inner self to not let your self cessation—addicted to the taste of tobacco‚ you heard nothing but only the thing you always wanted.

you vanished like a light that struck me‚ the scent of your remains into the corner where i sat—looking down‚ having a pair of dark circles in my eyes‚ i feel like i lost my life. i smiled bitterly and and breath heavily until i said that...

“ah.....the smoke of my tobacco aren’t the same as before”

dedicated to murphy

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chasing my dream while shattering down at midnight‚ i can barely take away my gaze from you. a vivid image of a person who stands beside me when i’m in the place where i first saw you. dreaming is not my thing perhaps not until i met you that evening; smiling‚ talking‚ and even walking gracefully.
my parents and peers told me to chase any dream i want‚ so here i am following you whenever you go‚ choosing a path the same as yours even though it is forcefully hard. cherishing what we've had is a kind of thing that is such an honor for me to take care of.

looking at your pristine beauty‚ like an art that even Picasso can’t elucidate every detail in your body. you are such a fine work of art‚ a very glamorous kind of piece in the naked human eye; a cure to my gloomy and clustered night. with you by my side‚ talking and laughing as we talk about our lives is the best feeling that i’ve ever had that it can take a space in my life.

“your magnificence is extremely incomparable‚ i can’t take my eyes off you. you truly are cruel for captivating this heart of mine in such a short period of time.”


—kharav.