Category Archives: Unclassified
Strut about under that fragile radar of yours, just to occupy the hollow that would haunt in the next couple of years, probably always, as I bet about for the puddles you splashed right onto an indignant soul. Advertisements
Whatever the reason may be, the sounds, smells, and images of the world we encounter in novels evoke a sensation of authenticity we fail to find in life itself. But on the other hand, novels put nothing concrete in front … Continue reading
I like the silence. I like how it doesn’t ring out of sheer expectations. I like the fact that I get to experience the uneasiness of it all by having the audacity for a new transition. But mostly I like … Continue reading
I refuse to write in the name of depression. Yet, it defeats the purpose of my beliefs.
All I do is wait. Try to carry out whatever Allah SWT says my purpose in life is, but mostly all I do is wait. I’m just not as into this whole existing thing as I used to be.
Tired of handling this kind of shit again.