i thought i’m planting a garden
full of lilies at my own skies
the soil breaks from the heat
the streams drought from its wall
the water come from my tears
so the garden won’t surviving
i already packed to leave
but the baggage too heavy to carry
and there’s no car at my garage
just a pen and some sheets
i don’t write, so i’ll hang up
either the dreams, the love,
or my live
9.25 PM
May 16th, 2026









