poetry lost love
In the face of this evening,
which is full of previews and stars.
For the first time I felt really lost.
You!
I who now feel the most alone, the quietest, the most desolate, standing in the sickest place.
Losing you is like losing half your life.
Like a dazed drama player on stage.
Forgot the name forgot the role, forgot the scene.
Forget the scenario, forgot to be yourself again.
... 
all right.
So that everything ends soon then shorten it.
Indeed I'm wrong ... Interpret.
Reality is an empty dream.
Such a hope that eventually becomes a joke that is not funny.
Taken photo with tipe hanphone samsung a5