Walaupun limitless, tapi masih boleh dikira.
Walaupun kiraannya tiada hujung pangkalnya,
Biar ke arah belakang, cecah era negatif pula,
Mahu terus ke hadapan, positif aje dijumpa.
Philosophical thought.
Banyak bercakap,
Ayat berapi lengkap,
But, there is no meaning can be brought.
Like this post.
Meaningless.
All that is left is just one little thing: the affection.
The gloominess. Dullness hidden.
The mysterious sadness;
Being somewhere in the dark.
Oh how can anyone be any witness,
If the doer is behind the tree bark?
Peeking from aside,
Blatantly rebelling from inside.
Perhaps is this the voice from the heart?
Malas.
Schizo.
“Hidup tak selalunya lawa. Tak selalunya ada pelangi. Kalau nak kata a bed of roses pun, duri-durinya tetap ada. Kadang-kadang.. calamity tu datang dan waktu tu rasa macam kena gelek ke bumi dek ahli sumo. Rasa macam dah tak mampu bangkit. Tapi walau apa pun yang jadi.. ingat apa yang Dia selalu pesan.. Allah takkan bebankan hamba-Nya dengan apa yang dia tak mampu. No matter what, no matter when, no matter when it doesn’t at all make sense.. DO NOT leave your Love Letter’s Compilation, the Quran. It is the last thread to sanity even if everything else failed.”
ReplyDelete— Hlovate
"Life breaks me all..but in the end I'm stronger in my broken places. Reality hurt, truth bites, living's killing, today's torture and yesterday are just as bad but I do believe in God's love.
half the time when you feel like you're a 'nothing nobody' with insignificant presence in this rat-race of a world,think again. there're people that you've touched in your years of living,giving meaning to their life,and you're their 'everything somebody'. just smile already, thank you for giving meaning to mine. - [@] Hlovatesays