Eid Mubarak.

May you be showered by blessings of loved ones, and also from the Al-Mighty.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

:)

Ga Ga Gu Gu.

You did it, anyway.
I didn't need to compare.

Should I have just responded in a different manner,
just to build a superficial form of pleasure,
to think that I hold the manipulation of sweet venge,

just to hide the fact that I was the loser.

I found out that I was heart broken,
when she told me so.

When I see you as a depiction of cowardice,
I cried so badly,
I lost control.



Take it,
go away, and never come back again.

Skip like Dorothy Not.

I wonder if the floor fathoms your idea of such embodiment.
Skipping like Dorothy hardly made sense to the context sipped within the wooden planks, plastered walls and dusted frames of promotional. If there's any that would subscribe to it, it might only be minimal.

It failed to be part of the mise en scene.
Brushing shoulders of the fact that you were trying to blend in for an easier outcome of a two way communication.

Fact is, I love it when you intrigued us with your imagination, conveyed by words. The light I used to see when you lead us to a certain expectation of various levels and dimension, it was where I had a sensation of having my spine synapsified. It was like a mental ripple that I was struggling to cope with, yet, never the search has halted.

I never skipped like Dorothy.

But I'd thank you for having us all transferred into a supposed frame of artwork.

Bagpipes.

Remind me as you tap my shoulder,
as you left pale petals on my bedside,
as you I came into picture when you used my line.

Remind me as you whistled a random tune,
as it flashes to you how clumsy I'd become,
as you heard my silent chills tickle your spine.
(yes, I intend to have them sent)

Remind me like how I used to do it to myself,
as you paint walls with new colours,
as you dance in joy, I once witness,
and as you drop by and say Hello.

Remind me of who you are,
what was the past,
and those that stay true, still.

A gentle one will do.