Hello, Mr Governor

Hello, Mr Governor.

A one of a kind,

A one in a million,

A needle in a haystack,

A drop of rain in a drought,

But more so like a lemon among rotten apples.

Too bad, civilians are so used to eating rotten ones,

ones that full of worm eating out their body, not to mention their brain.

That once they’re handed an expensive juicy lemon,

all of their inside churning, their mind riots, demanding rotten apples instead.

Unbeknownst to themselves, they get addicted towards those decomposed fruits.

Like a virus, like a zombie, it spreads vastly, turning people into moron rats.

Creating endless chaos that feeds the demon itself.

Being a lemon,

You will yourself to crawl around dirty corner, going through slum’s gutter,

to a place where you’ve been tortured, battered, mocked, and crushed repeatedly.

When in fact you can escape and sit comfortably on supermarket’s convenient refrigerator.

Yet, here you are, fighting for them, for us, putting your faith on people, restoring humanity.

One day, when my children ask me whether miracle exists,

I’ll recite them this story,

about a hero being thrown under the bus

yet kept fighting for the sake of its people that had disavowed him.

Much like Marvel or Mission Impossible’s tale.

Except this one is real, and they will know whom this story’s about,

for they will learn this at school,

for your name be written in history and forever be remembered.

My sincere prayer goes to you, Mr Governor,

as well as million unspoken wishes from thousand others for your well being.

Xoxo,

An orange.

Hello, my friend

“Because you look cocky and arrogant.”

That’s my friend’s excuse when he didn’t dare to wave me hello on the street.

Other day, my other friend said I was rude for just smiling politely in return for her waving hand.

And here goes my apology.

I’m not trying to justify my act,

And no, I don’t have the luxury of having the resting bitch face.

It is actually embarrassing to admit that

I probably talk better to books rather than to people.

I am awkward to the bone.

The word doesn’t come to mind until minutes has passed,

Or even when it came,

The word doesn’t reach my lips.

I don’t know how to banter, to be witty, or to be sarcastically funny.

I have to rack my brain to find the right sentence to be said,

I don’t master the complexity of small talk.

I’m not that brave to have that chivalry of starting the discussion.

I love watching people,

But talking and watching are two different entities.

Talking confuses me.

Do they still remember me?

What if I said the wrong thing?

Should I compliment their outfit just to be nice?

When should I start to ask the question?

What kind of topic should I bring up?

Do I look trying too much to keep the conversation going?

Hm, well, just give them polite smile then.

Orrrr, what's her name again? It doesn't ring a bell.

It's not like I intentionally forget a person.

But human’s brain works in mysterious ways,

While one can remember all of their friends of friends’ name and history,

Other brain select to keep the name and detail of every Game of Thrones’ character.

Should I avoid people?

NO.

As I live in the midst of human, I ought and have no choice but to interact with them.

And you, my friend, I’m asking you to help me with this,

to be just normal and loveable around people.

Xoxo,

The latter brain who beg the former brain’s help.