short escape

Bismillah.

When you have very little time of your own, even a drive is a wonderful wonderful thing.

And I thank God for a car of my own.

:)

Tomorrow, lets take the long way, for another short escape.

near

Bismillah

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.

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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,
Nora