It’s 23rd of January and surprise, I’m still writing. Not on a daily basis but yes, I’m still writing. It never gets off my mind since the year started and since I wrote it down to my bucket list. I never fail to write on my journal on a weekly basis. Though it’s just like a
For reminding me of my worth when I needed it the most, For not getting tired of my same old issues, For the open arms and the honest truths, Thank you. For being the one who always saves, and for not giving up on me while others do, Thank you. And sorry, for not
What sets love apart from what is not? It is when the tired hand still choose to work, or the sleepy eyes pretend that it can, still, stay up for the night. It is when we choose silence than brute words and space while the other thinks. Love, is seeing the good than the bad.
I can only fall in love with you in my mind. Write about those eyes in my poetry, deep as black holes. I’ve never been in the outer space but I just know. You’re a universe on your own. Full of stars, of the ocean, and unknown. Please follow
It’s 2019. This year only mean two things to me; I have been procrastinating for more than five years and waiting myself to be ready for writing. On the positive note, I am more serious on hitting my target this year. And if punching the keys won’t be enough then let me do more than