Writing has always become a solace. A salvatory valve for unspoken things. I am shivering and trembling. Sometimes, trivial act which deemed subtle is like a blade through the rib. I wonder… Is this the end? It hurts to be shunned; least to say purposely being shunned. I have always been an honest person towards myself and my life. I cannot deny myself from saying what I feel. It hurts. But then again, it’s the process I have gone through…. I guess it was just a one-moment-spark. Does not leave any imprints. I am no more than just an amuse? It hurts. Thank You.
Masa Untuk Berpijak Di Bumi Yang Nyata.