Written amidst life happening too fast and too hard to catch up on, up until I realize how a certain person have made an impact in my life. The epiphany of impact he's had on me, keeping me afloat from all the things that's been happening as well as becoming one of the reasons I've felt purposeful. I'm greedy; I only want him to myself, yet I can never act selfish for the sake of him and myself. I can only appreciate him, love him, cherish him from afar, and hold myself back from forgetting reality and entranced by the beauty that is him.
Source: Requiem for a Dream (2000)
Black, Gold, and Yellow
Aisha Haida Asyri, Televisi dan Film 2021
To me the world had always been blank,
dark as it is colored with black
and so pristine,
A canvas with no significance to see.
Nothing to look at nor to admire.
Never had I been interested in it.
Days move rapidly before my eyes,
flowers bloom, trees flourish,
then they all wither to the ground.
I had stopped caring eventually.
My body is on autopilot.
I felt I wasn't even myself anymore.
All I felt was apathy.
Out of the blue,
A splatter of yellow and gold;
bursts of colors on the blank, lifeless, pristine canvas.
Painting the world to life,
bright with gaiety.
What a stark you were to everything else.
Vibrant and alight.
All for the world to see
and free to lionize.
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