Bismillah,
Mata yang setiap hari kuyu, tidak segar, buruk busuk. Cahaya bulan tidak menembus muka. Malah bersembunyi di sebalik awan. Malu. Malu sama aku. Entah.
Bulan dengar sini,
I seldomly note down my feelings you see, because I'm not good at it. I'm not good at describing my thoughts theoretically and I've been shrinking myself until I become nothing. Every edge is impermeable it seems.
I think i'm falling apart. Falling apart by means i'm not doing the right things with the right mind. You know.
ENTAH LAH.
Bulan dengar sini,
Kau pernah lalui satu masa kau rasa diri kau sangat bodoh, sangat hodoh dan sangat miskin?
I think right now my position is lower than the underpart of the soil.
Jauh jatuh ke bawah.
Bulan dengar sini,
Lacking of nourishment is one of my major drawbacks I presume. I WANT to discover myself, the circle of identity, to solve the riddle of my being and WHAT I really desire in life.
I think a worthwhile goal lays before me. But the infinitely most precious thing in existence is...
God
A firm doctrine.
p/s: oh bulan, yang melayan diriku lagi.
