Requiem: In Memoriam, Dear Sad Poet’s Soul

(Mozart’s last requiem played in the background, wrenching my soul)

Keesokan paginya, aku terbangun dengan harapan yang sudah mati. Aku bunuh tadi malam. Aku hanya ingin lepas dan bertenang, menyembuhkan segalanya. Namun harap berakhir di tanganku dan kuyup banjir di sekujur bantalku.

Dan akhirnya akupun terjaga, menjelma seonggok daging yang digerogoti tanda tanya, dan disesaki oleh kekosongan. (circa, december 2018 — IK)

I visited the ruins of her poetry overgrown with withered flowers. I don’t know when she died, because I couldn’t find her tombstone. But what is clear, her soul has not risen again for some time.

In memoriam: her melancholic, poetic and imaginative soul who really loves to pour everything into any poems, prose, or anything that readable. She was always use her imagination and collect the flying words as her coping mechanisms against stressful situation. But now she’s completely out of words. She suddenly lost it all.

She can’t come to the phone right now. You know what? Cause she’s dead.

She’ s already buried all the way down below my consciousness.

She was killed by reality and adulting phase.

Rest in Poems, my dear sad poet soul.