Category Archives: Unclassified
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.
Show me. Show me what it’s like to encounter the finale once and for all. Show me, what needs to be revealed without another resort. Show me, that this life is only deluded with things that you hear from pop … Continue reading
Sometimes I wish you would just tell me the truth, and not let me see it for myself, as I am too tired to acknowledge all of this all over again. Enough is enough.