After The Explosion

And after the explosion,
a surge of loneliness followed
and
there was this little sound in my head
“will you two ever meet again?”

And I let go
just like the rest of the world
after 2am
only longer

And then there was only sea

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[APLFD] Jellyfish

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Dear Maera,

Later I would take you to the big aquarium. Actually, I never like the idea of keeping these living things and showing them off to tourists and getting thirty something dollars and feeding them regularly in return. If you think about this it’s like interspecific slavery, isn’t it? But then, as a human, I have pretty much high hope of my own species. I hope that every child who was brought here would treat the sea better, or even save the entire planet. You might be one. You could be one. Your call.

Anyway, the last time I was there, I was so fascinated by the jellyfishes, just like everyone else. Sometimes it was things like volcano eruption or a glimpse of the galaxy that made us feel insignificant. Other times, it could be something smaller like these magnificent boneless creatures. Looking at them got me thinking, how could they be so beautiful?

Could it be their transparency and their inability to hide anything, Mae?

Love,

 

P

 

A Reminder to Unina

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To Unina Amicha Prasetyo,

When I told you to keep moving on, it wasn’t about sitting in the spinning carousel. Yes you’re moving on; up; high until you think that you’re in the sky again but soon you’re back staring at the ground through the window again. In fact, you’re going nowhere.

Now, go out of your carousel, take off your shoes, step your feet back on the wet grass and run. I know you would go even lower but you need to leave the carnival. I know you built it in years, but it’s now empty.¬†Find the exit door and don’t look back. When we meet, I’ll do my best to help you with the map.

That’s what I meant with moving on.

–P