Shemsi Elsani

Don't really know if it's all dreams
Or just a mere hallucinations
Or may just be a fictionated chapters
Or could even be collections of lies
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It goes, on and on
Collecting every pieces and shreds
Chasing every moments like an eager children
Towards the only possibility
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Within those thin air, there's molecules that interact
Moving haphazardly, yet full of purposes
Transmitting every meaningless little signals, with certain meanings
To be discovered to whose it's meant to
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Has it started too early?
Does love ageing anyway?
What is love in the first place?
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Sweetness of memories

Once nothing else matters
Once world was all innocence
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Di antara hari nan bersilih
Kita sering berselisih
Tanpa sedar akan gerangan
Kerana kita sangka kita adalah aku
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A lot has been shown
From an extraordinary phenomenon
It might teach something valuable
For us to be a better servants
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Look at him, standing still
Facing the ocean southwest
Feeling the wind against the skin
Tousled his blond hair gracefully
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Beyond those haze, there he was, sitting alone
Loneliness was with him, like an obedient companion
Understanding and being understood, like those cloud and rain
Different yet connected
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Upward it goes, beyond those white clouds
Slashing through the bluest of the sky
Up and up, thousands of feet
Leaving the globe, make it as if it's the smallest of creation
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There he was, sleeping beautifully on a couch
His little hand folded under his beautifully carved cheek as if it was a comfy little pillow
Went he was into a beautiful little dreams
Far far away from this crowded world
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Weird when seeing people out of normality
Walking among the normalizers
It's even weirder to think of oneself neither in those crowds nor outside the crowds
Standing out there, in the very same atmosphere
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Soaring through the beauty of teenage years
Came to rest deep within, hidden, known to only one, the known
Growing and showering with the purest of the innocencies
Keeping the promises into the future
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The tears were black, pitch black
So did the inside of him
Holding tightly to the realm of resentment
Settled like a stubborn feeling, wandering around inside the darkness
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Pheromones, secreted, carried through streams of idiopathic realms
Inducing sequences of phenomenal syndromes
Attacking every angle of prevelences and incidences
As young as a fetusus to the oldest of geriatrics
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Hidden within invisibility
Carefully orchestrated to the minute details
Meticulously crafted to the perfection
Creating the world of mysterious reasons
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Heart stop for a moment
Counting every single movements of that presence
Circulating mid-air, like a lost soul
Reaching for unreachable
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Standing in nakedness
Captured, in every angles
To the highest of resolutions
Detailing every single creases
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Craving for
Yearn for
Hunger for
One thing
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Virtuality, real-like experiences
Building up a relationship between two souls, and many more
Closer than it'd be in real world
Sharing everything,
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