Tonight

Tonight, I feel so lonely.
Miss my little family.
Actually, my little dear, Nur Lailina Rahma.
She will celebrate her birthday at midnight, and she will be seven.

Tonight, I feel so bright.
I’m waiting for the great moon which will come at midnight.
Everyone says that it will be pretty, so much.
Hmm, actually I’m waiting for my rain.
Nearly a month, it didn’t come yet.

Tonight, I feel so psychotic.
I’m drinking a bottle of carbonated beverage.
I’m eating a package of snack.
I’m drinking a cup of black coffee.
I’m eating a jar of chocolate wafer.
I’m drunk, I’m flying.

Tonight, I feel so hubbub.
My dear, she has been sick.
I couldn’t maintain her health.
I hope she will be better soon.

Tonight.

(Fahmi Rachman Ibrahim, 2011)