four tiles and a corner

Bismillah...

Perspective is bitter

within this walls where no words can pass through

comfort in the cold hard surface

where warmth leaves you

pushing back these limits

I wonder what am going through

maybe to taste of feelings again

maybe to hold up..

"This one...is my truth."

I need to feel

hurt when i feel hurt

angry when i'm angry

happy when i'm happy

hope when i'm hopeful

to break these walls I've unknowingly built

defense?

*shuts eyes*

it's time to feel again

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for a woman

Bismillah...

When worlds collide..

There's alot...there's alot...

No more words that can be uttered between us

just silent understanding...a slight glance...that we have just entered big crossroads in our lives

"because you're a woman, too."

Yea, we feel down

we can always go back up, right?

that's how tight-fisted and stubborn we are created to be

for good or bad, 'that'...choose

just don't give up W

fight my dear girl

fight

although I'm here weeping, too

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One Word

Bismillah..

just one word

"Healing"

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Sunk

Bismillah..

Things are starting to sink in for me. This book, this chapter.

Suddenly, it took all of my energy and my heart.

This time...

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

I can't even begin to form words before tears overtake me. 

Why am I helpless now? I don't know.

It's one of those trips I wish I can take.

Near 'that' seaside and drinking in the night air, and ask Allah swt..

O Rahman~ What can I do?

I felt dislocated. My limbs give way..and I can't know my own heart anymore. What's on my mind now? I don't know.

I just know that ... I need You.

coz' I don't think I can pull myself up.

and yet You always save me, when I don't think I deserve to be saved.

If I can afford to be selfish now.

Can I ask for support now, too?

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