Soul

I had a crush on language. But never get to dive in deep.

This poem by A Samad Said definitely make me remember a lot of things.

I even forget that I used to love cerpen, syair and sajak and a lot of other things.

To look back of who I am 15 years back, I forgo a lot of things since.

Now?

I don't read as much, I don't draw as much, I don't design as much. I don't scribble as much. I don't even think as much.

There is not much soul left in me.