SKYSCRAPER

 The streetlights stretch, coil, and clatter.

I return here,

to the place where stars tumble, the sky is empty, yet the ground is crowded.

Glistening,

starry,

I gaze at the beams of light on that street.

I cast my gaze to the empty sky.

Skyscrapers,

crawling, tearing through the dark, challenging the heavens. Loud, festive, half-arrogant.

Skyscrapers,

perhaps, should not be here,

perhaps not in such abundance,

until the sky grows dim.

This place has changed too much, too quickly, too densely. All that is excessive is not always good, and I wonder how it is with excessiveness that is magical.

Me, you, this city, and magic are the right phrase.

For some reason, long before I knew you existed, I felt I would meet you. So I let go of everything, all that clung to me, knowing I would find a more magnificent glow.

All that is simple happens just so, swiftly and precisely.

I don’t know from where this vision came or what lies behind it, but suddenly your name appeared in my hopes, and suddenly you became a part of my insincere manifestation, suddenly fulfilled.

And only then did I realize—perhaps "suddenly" is not the right phrase. Later, I also began to wonder, is it because of that "suddenly" that everything vanished?

All the things still perched on the tip of my tongue, not yet spoken, everything important, every impossibility, every miracle—all that should not be heard by your ears, has not reached you.

I try again with this universe's miracle, do I still possess my powers? Does my prayer still reach ears? Does my hope still hold weight?

And here I am now, staring at the sky ravaged by skyscrapers, and my heart, empty after receiving yet another miracle.

I don’t know what this universe desires,

granting all my manifestations about you, for you, yet casting me as far as possible from your radar, facing me with every possibility of meeting, yet breaking my heart each time I wish for it again and again, only to be shattered.

I thought that skyscraper should move, to tear at the walls of my heart, to wound me so I may always remain awake, always vigilant, never froze.

Where do all these miracles want to take me?

Cars, clothing colors, the fragrance of perfume, the glaring lights of bars, the bitter taste of alcohol still choked within me, still lingering, then turning into new monuments in all my senses.

(Have u hear the song which the lyrics was "if everyone have a love like us, they doesnt call the place above..... Heaven" ? I sang it over and over again, but those song made me felt hummiliated for now heheheheheh, so funng isnt it, how time has a huge power to turns everything anomalic) 😂