I AM FINE
by Andika Hilman
People ask me 'how are you'. My answer is still the same like yesterday. So is my dark room, my appetite and my playlist. I turn the volume up everytime I remember that question. Keep pressing the button until I realize I've reached the peak.
People still ask me 'how are you'. I ask the same thing to the blue sky, to the grass and to the moon. I hope I can answer it just like they do. I like them. They don't ask me back either.
People will always ask me 'how are you'. I don't blame them. If only we can use a song, a poem or a drawing in daily conversation, there won't be such difficult question. It's not their fault. It's fine.
I am fine with that......