Monday, 26 January 2015

#54: 2:15

"You've changed 
That sparkle in your eyes has gone 
Your smile is just a careless yawn 
You're breaking my heart, you've changed 

You've changed 
Your kisses are now so blase 
You're bored with me in every way 
I can't understand you've changed 

You've forgotten the word i love you 
Each memory that we've shared 
You ignored every star above you 
I can't realise if you ever cared 

You've changed 
You're not the angel i once knew 
No need to tell me that we're through 
It's all over now, you've changed"

- George Michael

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

#53

"Awak, apa yang awak suka tentang saya? You know if you talk about my appearances, semua tu akan hilang bila I'm old and fat, kan? Kalau sebab duit, bila saya tak berharta will you leave me then? Kalau sebab I baik, sometimes I can be bad and annoying, I sometimes upset you jugak."

Dia hirup air teh yang sudah lama terhidang depannya, masih suam. Dia menarik nafas panjang sebelum mula bicara.

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

#52

Maybe I should shut my fucking mouth for good because it always lead me to fucking up at things. I need to learn when to speak and when to just fucking be quiet.

Saturday, 3 January 2015

#51

To call you my sun,
Is unfair.
To call you my moon,
Is unfair.

Because when the night comes, the sun goes away. And when the day comes, the moon and stars go away. I want you to stay, not to stray.

You are the horizon, you appear in both dimensions. Light me up when the sky is blue, and shimmers in the night when I'm with my thoughts of you.

Idk whut im talking 'bout

#50

If my sins turn into water, I'd be drown in an ocean of my own. But instead I'm stuck in this sticky feeling of being covered with muddy filth all over my soul. And I'm sure that this mud is pitch black, like a tar.

I'm suffocating and gasping for air that I want to get washed up to the shore, trying to stand in the light of the sun remembering the supreme that reign over the entire creations.

I am disgusted that I think too worldly, I live too worldly. As if I'm abandoning the hereafter.

I'm not. I'm lost. And I want to find the light again.

Wash me up to the shore so I can stand again and make good out of this life. I'm tired of being like this.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

#49

I must be an asshole, for not being there. Fucking pathetic.