When the ache crashes the head
It feels like wearing a mask;
A huge mask that covers the entire head.
You don’t feel like meeting anyone
As much as you don’t want anyone to meet you.
not a talker but has a lot to talk about...
2017, 365 posts in 365 days, alone, days, Heart, Indonesia, Jakarta, Just a thought, local, Photography, poem, Poetry
headache, March, mask, Monday
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