who would’ve thought
that I would became a sloth,
lost in an island full of lonely ghost,
waving in ocean waiting to be save by the coast...
no man’s in an island so I looked for another soul.
I marched with my heart beat
and looked up in the sky,
it was half empty; just birds flying high.
I run on sandstones and catch my breath in time,
bumped into Woodstock and told myself “I’m fine!”
my eyes in my laces,
my eyes in the sand,
millions of sand grains can built up an enormous and purposeful land,
millions of me can change the world by different magical wands
but I’m shattered into pieces
trying to fix my bones and regain my consciousness.
I’m neither looking for the fish nor the fowl,
looking for the category which I truly belong,
looking for the words that can speak my mind,
looking for the rainbows with my blinded eyes.
24 hours a day
I’m molding myself with different hues of clay,
begging with my knees at night,
sending my words above, hoping it’ll reach the star lights.
the autumn came
and the soulless creature like me
evolved for the first time...
my tears dried up
and became my personal chimes.
I covered my eyes with my paws
and yawn louder than a growling demon
retaliated by angel’s law.
I am my kingdom;
my home after the dawn.
I am with my soul,
with my flesh,
with my body,
with all on my own.
I am a sloth
lost in an island
but chose to chase my shadow,
chose to chase my voice
until the vanilla twilight.
“I am alive.”
I felt the contraction of my body,
I felt the contraction of my blood.
It all happened after the day,
after the day that I let go with my harmonicas,
after the day that I lose my balance,
between the life and death,
between the light and the darkness.
I died without anyone
I died and mourn with myself.
I died before I reach the finish line,
I died while holding my only hope
of being alive after the gloam.
— 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑
