BUTTERFLY
Sometimes...
RM still remember...
The butterfly garden.
Senyap.
The happy soft smile.
Also full of butterflies.
Some big...
dark wings...
almost heavy nak fly.
Ada blue line...
on the wings.
Some small...
colorful...
still learning...
how to stay...
in the air.
RM pernah cakap...
to her...
maybe...
thats how people live.
Dalam diri...
selalu ada dua.
Butterfly.
Rama-rama.
Satu...
gelap.
dark.
Penat tenggelam...
dalam bilik.
Tak nak bangun...
dari bed.
Even bila keluar...
rasa tak cantik.
takut apa orang kata.
malu dengan semua.
Rasa empty.
Itu...
dark butterfly.
Satu lagi...
little one.
colorful.
Masih percaya...
dunia ni...
boleh jadi beautiful.
RM suka...
with the little one.
nampak the hardship.
The wings...
lagi laju...
just to stay...
in the air.
Nak rasa hidup.
Kumpul memori.
Even body small...
banyak memori.
Both butterfly...
sangat fragile.
Salah terbang...
silap masuk tempat...
anything happen...
rosak wing...
goodbye world.
Yang dark tu...
Bukan bad.
Cuma penat.
Takut apa orang kata.
The little one...
cuma nak ruang...
percaya semula.
Terbang with safe.
RM selalu cakap...
letak the dark butterfly...
luar hati luar diri.
Just feed the little butterfly...
that remembers beauty.
Pergi window.
Open window.
Breath.
Dengar suara dunia.
Take gambar sky.
Smile.
Even little smile...
thats also little wings...
tengah fly.
Nak kumpul memori.
Memori morning.
Memori noon.
Memori evening.
Memori night.
Banyak.
Dua rama-rama.
Both takkan hilang.
Cuma...
which one...
will grow more.
One day...
percaya RM...
when dengar you share...
cerita hari you...
As long...
RM see the smile.
Little smile.
You smile.
The same smile...
again and again...
RM love it.
Little one...
Keep flying.
Always smile.
❤️RM