peg.im.amp.os.

the trouble with me is, i don't realise until it's too late. until my eyes are red encircled by some hideous black ring; until my body alternates between the feeling of an ache and numbness. this heart is wrenched to its last muscular ability. and this mouth...... oh boy, this mouth - it only cares to convey what the heart feels. rude and uncalled for at times, but i secretly applaud such callousness.

enough for now i say. coz i'm simply so tired as f*ck!

a lil prayer

Dear God,

I'm not sure what You have planned for me in this imminent future. But I know You've been listening to me every night. Yeah I know, my prayers have become repetitive almost; but between You and I; that's the only way I know if I'm sure about something - if I keep praying for the same thing every night. So like I said, I'm not sure what You have planned for me. But if I may, could I just pray for You to make this just a little bit easier. My head's a mess, my heart's volatile. And if truth must be told, I am a little tired of this sinusoid and I'm hoping that perhaps just for a while, everything and everyone could just settle on a mutual ground. Wishful thinking? I don't know. You tell me.

And till that moment comes, I'll keep busy managing the feelings of the stakeholders in my life; and I trust that You can take care of mine.

Amin.