Instead of Desi,
she wants people to call her “Daisy”
simply because Desi reminds her of December
the month she met Mother of Earth
she wants people reminds her
of her simplicity and braveness
of daisy—the flower that bloom beyond her heart
Simply because Desi reminds her of December,
as if it pushes off her limit–to the edge of cliff
with no other choices
but to jump, fearless
fall into uncertainty, and
to be a new year
But did new year change a person to be a new-me?
where resolutions detonate like loud fireworks
and sound proud like countdowns?
Her mind is still dull,
like an old library left by a owner who travel; who ravel
he will be the one who always entangled in Daisy’s mind
when she look up to December skies
when skies are darker than his eyes
not yet, not yet
rain, please don’t fall now, she recites
as she counts the kilometres to destination
he is the one that static in Daisy’s mind
and yet she foolishly allows him
And when her steps come near the edge of the cliff,
Daisy decides to test her determination again
not sure whether this kind of ok-i’ll-let-you-go will works or not
not sure whether this kind of this-is-really-goodbye will be impactful or not
But one thing is bold within her mind,
this goodbye is not a bargain scheme in the market
“Oh, that’s too pricey, i’ll leave now!”
and after few steps passed, and the merchant’s voice bangs her head, not very happy, but in an urge
“ok, ok, how much you want? Come back, i’ll sell it to you.”
Sincerity didn’t work that way.
My new year resolution?
1182*472, like a banner size of an app company where I work.