We were once told- that man is a creature of connection, a soul stitched into the fabric of others. But those threads have unraveled, and now, we walk alone.
They teach us now to be strong---
not in unity,
but in isolation.
To swallow grief in silence,
to carry storms behind our smiles.
When ruin finds us,
no one waits.
No one reaches.
They vanish like fog before the morning.
And we,
are left to drown in our own echoes.
Even in death,
our flesh is handled---
not out of love,
but fear.
For the living dare not let the dead linger too long.
Not for mourning,
but for sanitation.
We breathe in a world
where hearts are shielded in iron,
where warmth is currency,
and compassion a dying language.
This is the age of beautiful masks
and hollow gazes.
And somewhere beneath it all,
the soul whispers:
"Was I ever truly seen?"
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Gema dalam Dunia yang Hampa
Dulu kita percaya---
bahwa manusia adalah makhluk yang saling terhubung,
jiwa yang dijahit dalam keberadaan satu sama lain.
Namun benang itu telah terurai,
dan kini, kita berjalan sendirian.
Kita diajarkan untuk kuat---
bukan dalam kebersamaan, tapi dalam kesendirian.
Menelan duka dalam diam,
menyembunyikan badai di balik senyum.
Saat kehancuran datang, tak ada yang menunggu.
Tak ada tangan yang terulur.
Mereka lenyap bagai kabut sebelum fajar,
dan kita dibiarkan tenggelam dalam gema kita sendiri.