2015; not as a number
“I see people as a flower garden with a golden pot at the end of the rainbow, they seemed as if they are always happy and full of joy outside; and some other is a wrecked ship who survives through a lot of pain and tears, who screaming out of their lungs in silent for a help without even letting others know that they need one.” Assalamu’alaikum, may peace be upon you! First thing first, I want to thank everyone who gave so many life experiences and contributed in my “2015” chapter with so many beautiful memories and lessons throughout the year. I also really appreciate everyone who sticks with me until now and understands the good and the bad…
Secrecy for The Sake of Solitude
“What we conceal is always more than what we dare confide.” So much what we live goes on inside. The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches of unacknowledged love are no less real. For having passed unsaid.What we conceal is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write. Even though sometimes we realize that the world told us differently in a melancholy way. Left unspoken, tacenda. I thought it was a good deal. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us. When did I become…
“It looks like this storm will be a doozy” – Anne of Avonlea
“That’s just how I wonder about the world and its beautiful covered mysteries. I’ve never experienced the permeated feeling whenever I read how another person’s mind works. Learning how to not to blame everything gratuitously and being so judgemental. When did we become so harsh?” Just before the dust fell to the ground as if the pile of dry leaves knew it would hit towards the gravity. As well as my mind works like the rushing blood veins trying to caught up in miseries miserably. Sometimes we fall in love with things strange to the eyes of this world. Like falling in love with autumn leaves, wilted roses, dusky skies, silent pathways. Just as when you see the birdies are…
I am not
“I’m not Barbie, you are not Ken I’m not Juliette, you are not Romeo I’m not Elizabeth, you are not Mr.Darcy I’m not Cinderella, you are not Prince Charming I’m not Bella, you are not Edward I fall for you and you fall for someone else“
