There are times in our life that we want to leave reality and escape.
The escape is real but it is not reality.
What is really reality? If you have asked this,
I presumed you have escaped and cannot find your way back...
Back? Where do we really go back?
Is there such thing as back?
Or is it to move forward?
It hurts to move but it also hurts to stay…
I know that moving is better…
Maybe, in time… but now, I have to stay.
The cry of the tired and weary creatures
Can derange even the intellectuals
False alarm of these vexing adventures
Caused dangers particularly to the unconscious individuals.
The top was the only surviving way
Surprisingly uncalled vigor had been there
Oh, it was a miserable day
Where will people go – where?
Low tide sea witnesses claimed
Feared most eruption confused me
Panic and fear I proclaimed
Not only us – who couldn’t be.
Faults are faults even when realized
There is none of it to be praised.
In deep breath I reckon my beloved friends
Stunned senses I cannot control; in thinking
For hopeful sessions again with them
From this time to a time I can still hold.
Injured, missing and mass burial
Ears cannot stand what more of the heart
The feeling of goodbye was not felt.
What more can endure this – painless hurt.
I never asked to know death times
I just want preparation for melancholy.
But if this can’t be, let it be just
Fortuitous minutes do not reason out.
Still, I long for a sweet reply
From my beloved and from above