No name

[yudha eriya putra]

White, empty and spotless
There never was a story or records
even without the color white canvas
elegies about life behind the appreciation of

to express doubts
fear in the imagination
isolated and lonely idealism wrapped
paradox coloring of souls at this time

trying to communicate
virtual space as a word endings
your eyes so gray
until finally broken down and blue

there is always a turning point
come and go start the prologue illusion
until when everything can be understood
anticipation of an answer with no name