Terlalu Lama

Just turn it on, and the air around you seems to thicken, like before a confession that has been brewing for a long time but just can't come out. It's not a drama, but rather a polite internal "how much longer can this go on?" It's all clear: feelings are there, time drags on, and patience has already frozen somewhere between "just a little longer" and "how much longer can we wait?" The voice doesn't sound from resentment, but from weary determination. It's a soft ultimatum in the rhythm of pop melancholy: either we talk, or we break up, but it's awkward to be silent even in front of the air itself.