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sayang kau gapai tiada

dipujuk-pujuk resah

mendamba sabda hikmat

Kayangan...

kunanti saat bersatu.

kunci mulut.

Kosong kota kata.

Bisu.

Lelah dalam nafas sendiri...

ringgit itu rezeki. tetapi cinta itu juga rezeki.

bukan banyak yang aku kejar. aku cuma mahu cukup.

apapun, kita dapat seberapa dan sesiapa yang selayaknya kita dapat.

What the hell am I writing? Pfftt.

Dreams can be beautiful. 

Reality is not. 

But I can't stop dreaming,

for that's the only way I found some magical called...,

HOPE.

i'm walking on broken glass.

i told Mak, "Mak, i want to get married soon. in a discipline way."
have no idea about the word discipline there. but it happened.
then, i found myself in an empty small room.
a lack-of-light-and-sound room.
i looked up.
i looked down.
i saw broken window glass laying on the floor.
they were everywhere.
that was when i realize i was standing on the broken glass.
unfortunately there was no other way to get out of the room.
had to continue walking on the broken glass.
lots of cuts on the sole of my feet.
felt terribly terrible.
wanted to cry but i could not.
it hurts........................


not my feet.
my heart.

no sane man wouldn't miss everything that make them smile ear to ear.

it's funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different. ever heard?

the emptiness.

what am doing with my life...?

what i've done...?

and what will i do...?

this feeling.

this feeling......is...

this..this feeling..........

this feeling..................................

this feeling...

this feeling is................

o' Allah............this feeling is...i don't know...it's terrible..i know i laugh too much lately..and i know this is never a good sign..help me, Allah..