Firmansyah

Maybe, there’s a point to try, Even if it all gets swept away, No, the act itself doesn’t matter— Nor does the failure, I can still try...

What’s the point of trying, If it all disappears without trace? “The act itself matters,” you say? Bullshit—it always ends the same....

In the midst of the grand and the damned, I stand, Too distant to reach the stars, Too grounded to fear the fall, Just drifting to...