Brown Shoes

Everything which I’m looking is fake

Everytime which I’m wasting is fade

Everywhere which I’m going is flat

Everyone who I’m greeting is fool

So, should I still take a breath? I think my leaves had murdered you and your colony. I had sacrified your blood into deep cave, right? What are you looking for?

These were a brown shoes. Brown and dusty. Could you please heal my destiny? I’m afraid that I can’t follow the evils. They were my first believe.

You couldn’t catch the main point, could you? Those are random writing. Random feeling. I need a smog.

(Fahmi Rachman Ibrahim, 2011)