And End...

I think, this is the coldest night I’d ever known.
I think, there is some people who feels as a master.
I think, there is a twenty-five years old woman who likes a smoke very much.
I think, she feels something different in herself such as a great self.
I think, she blows away her smoke and also her problem.
I think, tonight I’ll miss my rain, again.
I think, this is summer, but why does the air so cold?
I think, my Earth is little bit angry.
I think, I have to earn my own air for breath.
I think, I can’t last longer.
I think, my world is end.
End.
And end.

(Fahmi Rachman Ibrahim, 2011)