I have a story to tell. Yet my audience is absent. Her ears are made for others' whispers. Her eyes for the sunset in his eyes. Her smiles only echoes the flutter of her heart at his whim. Each word unsaid is a razor in my throat and all I've said is in silence. Here lies truth gone astray. Here lies again bitter dismay. This hurt is familiar and ( Read more... )

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 i had the strangest dream today.... i dont remember everything... but i remember this hovering feeling of dread... i dont even remember the story... so here are the bits and pieces:

• a old mosque on top of a hill... and it seems im familiar with the place though ive never seen it before in my life...
• it was bustling with people... maybe it was aidil ( Read more... )