Monday, June 23, 2014
Monday, June 16, 2014
I feel parched. My heart feels dry.
I feel worthless. As if my efforts are wasted.
I feel like I can't go on. Cause I can't see a path. Not here nor there.
My body aches from all the motions. But I feel stationary.
I don't know anymore.
Sometimes it may seem dark, buy the absence of the light is a necessary part.
At least I've learned to cry again.
In desperate need of Ramadhan,