Unfulfilled

sesungguhnya realiti itu tidak indah;

some nights i stare into the depths of the ceilings.
and i realize how shallow they are.
and how shallow i am.

and how i have done nothing in this life to be proud of.





the emptiness kills.
then i drift off into another day dream where i might be something great.











and i wake up.

and there's that same ceiling again.