hectic thing between my ribs

do you know that i have thousands things to share and to talk about while a cup of coffee for me and a cup of tea for you are served with a bowl full of chilli chips? about the funny movie, about how young i am, about the delayed visa, about the healthy state, about polygamy, about the jealously, about dahlan iskhan, about rowan atkinson, about the very unimportant things that i usually forget in a second like i used to do?

these hectic times, these hectic feelings, these hectic mind, these hectic thing between my ribs, these hectic ice box in my lungs.

a selfish ladybug

let's say..

i have a big strawberry ice cream in my lungs absorbing my oxygen and leaving me breathless.

i don't need a hug if no one can give me any. i just need an ear. it doesn't matter the left or the right. but when i think back again, i will only and always be a selfish ladybug for everyone, harmful for a serenity. then i choose to keep silent. even though i got an ear, i will absolutely beg for hug (':