Salam.
Every time steps are taken, moves are made..lil something will come up. The road, the path that I took before seemed to be nothing, priceless, useless. I fell to the ground after the breezy wind touched me. I used to be strong. But, why do I keep falling?? I’ve drowned myself in this confusing land. I’m barely breathing, tears shedding. No one can help me out except my own self. I tell myself to move on, to fly up high and to forget the lil secret in the past, lil darkness that colored my days now. But what is said means nothing. I’m here, still. I’m awake in my sleep and dead in my wakeful days. I’m gay on the surface, but blood keep dropping in this wounded-heart of mine. I cried silently.
I want this thing to stop. It has to stop. But why do I keep myself hoping to hit the jackpot which seems to be so blurry or something that never meant to happen. Why this dream does appear in mind whenever I try to leave it behind?? Why do these eyes see the same face, the same lovely person that my heart craves so much? Why do these ears listen to the songs that remind me to the old memories? Why do these fingers feel so good that is so fast to type the alphabets, creating some beautiful-sounded words? I understand myself, the needs, the hope, the faith. I thought it’s going to be so easy, but the fact; Nope, dearie friends. I failed to.
Dear Almighty Allah..do listen to my prayers. Give me a stronger back to face what is destined.. AMIN.
Wassalam.
