The Brutality of Hurt

We all know what the hurt is


When you just can feel the air, but can't touch the reality of it
When you just can look at the beauty, but can't even reach it
When you just can smell the scent, but can't breath it in
When you just can smile like a fool, but can't have the one that makes it

When we know we live in it
The reality of it
And we can't just runaway
We are just frozen and let the life passing by
Let the beauty dancing around
Let the scent teasing around

We know what kind of hurt it is
We know

And still, we can't even fight for it
Because we know what the result of it
Everybody knows what the result is
Even an old wooden table laughs of the foolishness
Even a stoic wall looks at us with pity
Even a dirty floor says sorry to us
They even know what the feeling is

The hurt
The hurt which is very exceptional
Tossing us around to jump out of the reality, making us fly away from the earth
Only to forcefully pulls us back
Down down to the poignant fire, burning us with no mercy


But still, we know what we will do
We know what we will chase
We know we will enjoy it as long as possible
We know that we will taste the sweetness of it
Even if it only lasts for seconds
Before we are burnt

From the fire of hurt