Mind full of whispers

Bismillah...

Entering another phase..maybe its normal to feel so nervous. The questions grow as everything else does..and answers doesn't come as easily. Maybe it'll take longer..who knows.

...and yet..the unease remains. For a mind that is full of whispers is still a mind that paddles forth despite the currents. Refused to be numbed down by the cold icy waters trying to make you forget, trying to freeze you down.

This fire..I"ll continue to hold even if it'll burn me.

because...

Bismillah...

some things takes time to heal

some wounds are reopen

maybe to address the future, you must first uncover what is buried in the past

so, we can start...not exactly a clean slate, yet, it's  a start

'cause...some things just remains so (painful & fresh every time)

it's a comfort, to know that even these pain are familiar

that it's shared, empathized

O Rasulullah SAW, when you shed tears and people are surprised, you said

"because it's love."

it's a human condition...so we 'can' cry...and that it's ok...and that it's alright to feel grief

to feel a heartbeat

I didn't realize it could be so scary

when memories flood, I realized that sooner or later

am gonna have to face it

undoubtedly, we have to try

even when as a human, we felt we're at a limit

I realize that life is a cycle

in which when the sun sets, it'll rise again the 'morrow

try

"because it's love."

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