Daisy

Voices whispering,
along with the winds,
Listening,hurting,
halting the teary eyes.

Patches heart,
never mind the wounds,
Another part,
of life,eventually dies.

Let us live,
without regrets,
we will see,
blooming beauty,it will give.

It is not easy,
countless stabbing of emotion,
Bloom like a daisy,
and let the past stay hidden.

Close and Weave

The weight that tugs on my chest,
the constant replay of boring and dragging songs in my head is sucking my breaths and sanity.
They whisper me lullabies while pricking on my eyes.
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.

The faint ache in my temples ties my head up in a knot,
the uncomfortable positions on the bed,
the striking fluorescent light,
...
Close your eyes, don't close them.
Weave your dreams, don't weave them.

Futuristic Visualisation

Don't mind them,
Be yourself.
Said the heart.

If they don't want you around,
others will.
Said the heart,comforting the soul.

Do what you think is right,
do what you think is fun,
Said the mind.

You're in control of yourself.
This is not the time to be in woe.
Because time is running out.

Make a difference,
to your life,
to the world.

Hope for the better of us.

Complexion

The words tangling and dangling just at the edge of my brain,waiting to be spit out
but to no avail.
Just like swallowing your own puke and occasionally someone's puke.

And as simple as that,the heart was torn.

HUMANITY

I think that this month is probably the most stressful month I have ever been through. I got stressed and fussed up over a small thing (not really small, but still). Most of the time I just run away from anything that may stress me up instead of facing it. Which is definitely not me.  I felt anxious most of the time. It felt like so many things going on that I can’t keep up (or sometimes people can’t keep up with me when I needed their cooperation.)

Even though I’m solving the problem one by one, it seems to me that this will never end.

Enough said of my rambling regarding my (not so) personal life.

Listening to From Dusk Till Dawn by Abingdon Boys School made me think and reflect (just from the title and not the lyric which I don’t really understand most of it, hahaha) on what I had done for the rest of the day and how fortunate I am to be living in this life with just only some small issues in my life to be concern unlike some of the unfortunate ones that deal with the matter of life and death every single day.

Recently, (or not, it happened for a long time ago, but began to peak up recently), the notorious human trafficking of the Rohingya ethnic that deserved the help and concern from the vast more fortunate human beings. And to those that lend their hands for the sake of humanity, no matter in what form it might be, the world is grateful for there are such people as you guys. Only God that can return the favour.

Not only that, for the people that help the unfortunate of the Nepali that was struck by a catastrophic earthquake that had killed and injured many, you have helped rebuild the world and hopefully into a better and brighter future.

Keep the faith and keep on believing that the world will change into a better place if we all just play our part and be together especially in this time of hardship.

South-East Asian migrant crisis: Who are the Rohingya fleeing Myanmar by boat? 

Thailand Has a Chance to Lead on Rohingya Boatpeople Crisis  

HUMAN SECURITY FOR ROHINGYA REFUGEES  

Nepal earthquakes: Devastation in maps and images

Nepal earthquakes: Survivors' stories 
mySEDEKAH (ISLAMIC RELIEF) 

Tangential

Elevate my feelings
Thrust my lungs
If that makes any sense

I want to break free
From this excruciating life
That hold me tight,deep in its fantasy.

Take me out,soaring the sky
With soothing zephyr
Help me forget of the stereotype life.  

state of a pathetic being I once was

Here's to the state of being in the centre of everything you don't fucking understand.

Before, being alone despite of the people around is negligible. Talks about education and rains of saliva of ever going to end motivations - flow throughout the veins to the brain and never seem to stick.
And then it was negligible no longer - it was disturbing. The brain took the role of talking and raining, stomach cooperated by twisting into knots.

Same building, same air - it strangely was not enough. Because, you might say no, but faces matter. Faces fucking matter. I wanted the usual faces, the usual vibes, the usual reactions; the usual per se. I disliked different new faces, because they mean a start of a whole new book, especially when it was in an alien lingo. I had to be the one adapting because apparently I was the alien, albeit it is the usual building I had been going for years.

So I started disappearing, absenting myself frequently to their dismay. I told myself to just take it all, I forced things to just flow in my swelling veins. I thought of only a thing: I want to get the fuck out of here.

Because I couldn't go on. Because I knew I couldn't go on. Not anymore.
I didn't want to think of excuses to excuse myself from the ear-slaughtering naggings anymore.

So I left, and I don't regret it.
Not at all.

I don't miss any of the time I fucking wasted there.
I really don't.
And I never will.