Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
How can you catch a break
at the never-ending hurdles before you?
The bumps and cracks are nothing new.
More endless tasks to finish too.
Sysyphus must’ve been a human pinball,
“How do I catch a monster?”
I’m probably one of the few girls
who asks such a question.
I’ll definitely startle
those who look at me and wonder:
No signs of warning.
Everything was fine.
A face smiling,
sincere and kind.
A picture-perfect romance,
Will I ever get to know
the meaning of that look?
I'm afraid to find out as I go
There might be no turning back,
once I'm hooked
Make sure you have something
worth watching for
because you demand
your audience’s attention,
taking up their time
absorbing their energy
Don’t insult yourself
by comparing you with a cat
that cannot resist
the sight of a fresh fish
right in front of it.
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
Come...
Come back...
Come back to us...
Come back to use, please...
Every line’s a trigger
No more magic?
Why vacant as it is?
Who took all of it?
Nothing to pick.
Dementors have resided,
There’s a thin, fine line
between being lazy
and experiencing lethargy
I feel I’ve been half-awake
Perhaps it’s too much coffee
The word is out
Now they know what you’re all about
No more doubts
It’s just you and your big mouth
You’re freaking out
