In Many Terms, I am Still Searching

In the room full of people, laughter sounds
like a burp of soda, blurred with the smokes
flowing and filling the void of forgotten wounds.
All taste good. Even for the lungs.
grasping, for a promising joyful air.

I wish I know, Joy is really the word
I was looking for. Not to hyperbole
But in a fabricated world, It sounds funny
than a glass of water in a desert land.
I am a pessimist when betrayal knocked on my door.
One day my sister asked me, Why are you angry?
Well, look around. There are lies drawn to their face.



Ifd. March 29, 2019.