Bimbang

When feelings exhaust you more than inspire you, you start to understand: longing isn't about romance, it's about insomnia and endless dialogs in your head. I just want to erase everything - the name, the voice, even the intonations in my memory. But memory, as luck would have it, has a mind of its own - it doesn't listen. And then all that's left is to close your eyes and for a second imagine that everything has already let go. There is neither joy nor pain in this tranquility - just a short breath before remembering again who wasn't worth it.