Loner
Running back into words
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Loner
Running back into words
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The same route. I am never bored. No voice from the outside shouts. No call to fix my way. This is entirely about me, and who would dare to enter my domain?
This road is wide. This road is narrow. This road is brutal. This road is busy. This road remains unchanged.
Let the soles break the loose stones. Let these ears listen to the universe. Let these eyes see the surroundings and give their own perspective. Let this mind weave words from poison and pour them with a sense of forgiveness.
Let this silence be raged by me, and me alone.
©️Dita Indradi 2026 • All rights reserved.
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