April 4, 2008 at 11:37 pm 1 comment

Picking up this fully forced strength to made a go of standing rigidly and steadily, I still cannot find any great ways to repair what’s broken in my nuances of life aspects. I honestly feel really puzzled about the situation–a situation that’s not supposed to be here and gnawing my sanity. Yet I cannot burst out the details just because they’re residing way too far inside the corner of black shadows, left without noone can even imagine. I’m so blind, I’m so confused, I’m so whimsical. I need to get out of all this and go back into those colourfully, happily, wake-up dawn, smell the freshening air deep into my breath and start busily engaged in driving home dusts out (just because I am the only one this so-called building calls ‘nanny’).

scratch. don't ask me.

ASK: Me whirling thought.

When I listened to (I mean not hearing to) one such a major turn-off band but likely better new improved nowadays, feels so hurt when the lyric goes to “still waiting… wanna go home… pray for me that I will go home, going into you…“.

Need to take a deep breath, take a wudlu, and pray on bended knee.


Entry filed under: Screwed-up.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. sandrar  |  September 10, 2009 at 9:30 pm

    Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. 🙂 Cheers! Sandra. R.


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