of hope… i’m fire. living in a vacuum space.
i’m flickering. too stubborn to die, too tired to live on…
because you don’t seem to care enough, and i don’t know what you want.
but the taste of oxygen, the taste of what could have happened,
i couldn’t let it go.
a chaste goodbye. i left too soon…
because i live in a vacuum space, and you’re nowhere to be found.
2012(c) Victoria Rahardjo please do not take without my consent.