Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.
A drop milk in a bowl of blood.
On 19th of September 2012, I wrote,
That moment when you’re so sad, and you just want someone to comfort you but then you end up crying alone in your room. That moment when you feel so exasperated beyond endurance and you don’t know how to compose yourself. That moment when you just can’t get the heavy load off your chest, despite million of attempts.
I stared at blank spaces, oblivious to the sorrounding, with my mind doing the thing it is best at whenever I’m in a somber mood. Crafting pictures of events, faces of people - unifying all the bits and pieces with the force of my memory. Everything had the texture of a dream; some parts seemed obscure, while others, still vivid in my mind.
Okay okay tak boleh frown, nanti ade wrinkles.
Tarik nafas, exhale, calm down, senyums. :)
I need to talk to Syahir and whine. and everything's gonna be alright.
He's been sucha dear recently (;
N.
I cried upon reading the above. I wished I haven't scrolled down. Years later, pouring out and venting made him angry :'(
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