Currently Playing:..a song that hits home hard..
You know its good if it gives you chills all over.
Its even better if the words sock you straight in the gut.
And its the ultimate best if it completely drowns you whole.
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One moment.
I’m trying to find a solid footing here somewhere, a firm point to begin with.
All this fogged-up mist is making things a lot harder to see.
If it wasn’t for Him, the abyss would have long claimed me by now.
It’s crazy.
If I were to take all my thoughts and turn them into shooting stars, maybe you and I could just lie back here on the soft grass and watch the dark sky come to life.
Watch as all these galactic wonders streak across the blue-black canvas.
Watch as they weave in and weave out of interstellar space.
Watch as they spread all over the place; like fireworks set off on Bonfire Night.
Watch as some run parallel with each other, while others intersect, collide and explode into tiny white lights.
Watch, as they shower upon us like luminous raindrops forming spectacular shapes.
Watch, and try to make some sense of it all.
If my thoughts were trains, it is most definitely certain that there’d be carnage on the tracks by now.
Yes. I don’t make sense. But then, I already figured that out a long time ago.
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Its amazing what long car rides can do for you.
I had one with Ummi the other day.
We talked.
We took out everything on Life and Philosophy–laid it all out, bare on the table.
We drew analogies, we shared experiences, we gave examples, we questioned, we reasoned, we concluded.
And for those moments, confined within a small Kembara space with a dearly beloved, and (here’s the clinch) having her listen, to just listen with quiet understanding…
I think for a minute there, I felt something.
I don’t know what the feeling was. It makes no difference really. But it mattered.
Because honestly?
I don’t remember the last time I really felt anything.
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Poetic justice, Lubna.
You did this. And now I’m almost gone. I don’t even know where I am.
I’ll be going after this…but then, you already knew that.
too far too deep too late.
I’m diving again.
No.
…I’m already gone.
Love, Vienna.
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Dearest brothers and sisters, I hope you have a blessed Nisfu Sya’aban.
Ramadhan will be upon us all. Soon.
Masya Allah.
Enough said here.
