Untitled

Tomorrow is a surprised.

That's how it supposed to be.

But that's not how it exactly happening.

Because tomorrow is no longer a surprise.

At least for me.

Because everything is predictable.

This routine is killing me.

This unproductive, killing, is killing me. 

I was dying.

I was screaming.

But silence is everything that I hear.

Of falling in love and awakening

What if we fall in love?

What happen when our hearts is no longer ours?

What is the reaction changes on our body?

How our mind slowly shifted and shaped differently?

How is it possible for all these changes happening

without we realise it?

p/s: does it make sense to you?

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ 

In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful

A lot of thing happening since I last wrote anything in here. I am not busy with life. Why I say that? because I am pretty certain that I got time for movierathon. I had time spent hanging out with friends. However, I need to admit that I spend very little time to talk to myself like I regularly do. I had no time -- no. I do not ask myself if I am okay, or if there is something that is hard for me to say. I forget to ask myself that. 

Because I am like this. I don't even know when I am sad. 

I don't even know when I am angry, so I need to take another measures to ensure that my feelings are well taken care of.

I am bleed.