Spoil Yourself a Little, It’s Okay.

I know you cannot always be in your 100% version all the time, but hey, you also can charge your self-battery for a while.

Spoil yourself a little! It is okay.

You can wear your favourite pajamas after a warm bath, snuggle your foot under a blanket, and take a little time to update your blog – or any other platform, it is okay too. And if you have a cup of anything warm; tea, coffee, chocolate, or perhaps my hugs- ok no, that would be perfect to reclaim your soul. Your long lost soul. Gurl, I know it is tired and it needs a pair of a peaceful mind with a peaceful body.

Or if you’re just too tired to give a single fish out of your life, wrap yourself up in a blanket like a sushi roll, lay on the couch and find your finest position. There! Now you’re ready to… do nothing. Well, enjoying life out of nothing is also okay!

Or if you’re too tired and too sentimental at the same time, after you sushi-rolled-up yourself, you can cry as much as your inner emo wants. It is okay too!

Or if you feel like you got no time to do them all… Just lift your head up, and say alhamdulillah – all praises just to Allah, for the life he has given to you. Perhaps you’ll find your tears streaming down on your face later, but I’m pretty sure you’ll find yourself somehow get fully changed for no certain reason. God alone works in a mysterious way, right?

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About Time

I guess its time for her to stop.

Keeping what she feels inside, and showing only smile on her face. Saying she’s okay, and crying with a scattered heart inside. Making distance with others while she’s feeling lonely as hell.

I know she doesn’t want people to feel bad about themselves, but… That’s not how it is supposed to be. What is good, is good. What is bad, is bad.

That self-destruction is not something worth to live. Tell her to stop, now.

Airport

I’ve never thought airport would be the witness of my heart aching – denying the fact that separation is real.

I’ve been to places I sincerely wanted to be, but I’ve never cried as much as I did here at the airport.

And for the first time I made a pinky swear, here at the airport – with someone I’ve just met for less than two months.

I thought I was a prone to goodbye. But I actually am not.

I let the airport be the stage of my tears streaming down, to the core of my heart, letting myself to get drown in my own fears – of letting people I fell in love with.

I let them all know, how sentimental I could be, over my own emotional battle inside of me.

Fusillade; Questions

I found your soul hiding in the dark. But honey, what sins did you choose, over this beautiful world?

The light has retired its job on finding, taking us back to mother nature’s lacerated womb. But honey, why did you refuse?

Will it be a goodbye that I found you hither, to the light that brought me here?

Will you stay in the darkness all alone by yourself, and send me your last kiss within the air?