Somewhere (To Rest)

by Hazli Hibiscus (@louis.chrysanthemums)

There are artists buried here. Hundreds more fall to their doom as we speak. / I find it hard to believe that whimsical souls have to taste mortality. / Long-living is simply a forbidden fruit growing on evergreen lands. Artificial, synchronous with flames that chase the darkness. / Mid-morning is a chirp composed by mavens who wish to have their exuberance wedded to the day. Is it a crime to adore living? Is existence too cruel to love us as much as we devote ourselves to it? / There is no true answer, but there is beauty in secrecy—one that nobody has the courage to unravel.

There are artists buried here. We lose a hundred more as I write this. / One day, all of you will lose me and you won’t be able to look for me anywhere except for the trees that stay long after I am gone. / Don’t tell me to wake up; because I laughed at my own fright and went to the woods in search of a place to rest . / And just like any other friend who was vulnerable to the flame—the outburst produced by my abandoned dreams would need to drizzle on the trunks to leave a mark.

Hazli Hibiscus is a secondary schooler from Malaysia who finds extreme euphoria in reading and writing. She writes almost everything but would usually find herself lying down in a field of poetry. Most of her poems are centred around nature, astronomy, as well as self-discovery.