Nothing, Nobody

Nothing could hurt more than an impromptu journey, a bitter taste of a cup of coffee made during the insane insomnia, an empty space left while you're sitting in a park bench, or maybe a little voice occured from your maddening cries.

There are just so many things in life which can amaze me so much for their ability to beautifully wound the pain I've endured in the past few years. The fact that I enjoy the pain somewhat heals my depressions.

I get hurt so intense. I enjoy it, so I try to depict my unfathomable experiences into words and sentences. Even though in the end nobody understands. Nobody acknowledges.

Yogyakarta, May, 1 2016.