We are either

We, are the pyramid of the food chain, when the tiger eats the horse, the horse eats the grass, and ends when the man eats his own speech.

We, are two numbers without a one-to-one coefficient, a separate ven diagram, and a linear inequality with two denominators.

Us, is the beginning of the story which then climaxes, the black ink of the squid is written in a copy of the script paper. scribble, tear, chaos, sacrificed in vain.

We, are the hope that lies down, the termites that admire the eagle, begging to fly away metamorphose into moths, fly for a while and then fall and crawl again.

We, are changing certainty, weakened hour hand, promise and broken, forget and hurt, are tusks left behind when elephants die. but the sharpness still hurts.

We are the sky and the blue, the silence and the gold, the white and the pure, then poisoned in the milk pot.

We, are neutralizing hosts when struggle is futile. and failed.

Us, is the old go, a detrimental symbiosis, a thrilling encounter, an enemy who has no reason to hate, or a partner who doesn't have a chance to make things right.

We, are symbols of deathly pale, a lizard that crawls silently, even though it is a termite that never chirps. Us, are the bitterness of drama and memories, which are seen outside the window when it rains.

We, are sad news for the meaninglessness of forgiveness, for a needle lost in a haystack.

Us, are evidence when God is angry in a story, that soul mate remains a mystery that is reluctant to be answered before the time comes.

And we are just me, behind the window watching the rain, still holding on to us who are the vents of this writing.