place where you belong

old

short temper

firm

sharp

perfectionist

nobody’s allowed to make mistake

is that someone you want to turn into?

is that the place where you belong?

doa

240 months my life, I pray. never really understand what the meaning of pray itself. my parents taught me, and that’s what I do. simple, isn’t it? some people say, there’s no God. really? so, who created us? who created the universe? they said, universe existed by its own. nobody created us. I just don’t get it, there must be the highest power out there. a lot beyond us, beyond what our brains can think of. I’m sure, really sure that one.

okay. go back to pray.. people pray when they get stuck on problems the can’t solve. people go to mosques, go to church, go to whatever the sacred places when they get disaster in their life. why? I asked my self.

they also get better in pray when they get something they really really want to achieve. why?

why when happiness comes, the forget it all?

when sadness comes -everybody knows- they will go back to where they belong..

they forget about who gives it to them..

why?

happy?

what do I know about that word? happy is when we’re always laughing and smiling? happy is when we’re not crying? then when we’re crying we’re not happy? then when we’re not laughing we’re not happy? that’s it?

what do I know about being happy with you? is that fair if we want to keep it going but everything isn’t supporting? is that working for us? I don’t even know what kind of working I just said..

is that fair for you if I keep my ego to be with you?

lovely place to go :)

lovely place to go 🙂

700 days

seven hundred days.. what do you get from those days? nothing? something? oh, maybe in the middle of it.. never really think what matters in a relationship. what makes it well-done, what makes it dead..

wondering if not good enough, what life could be?

thinking that maybe there are hundreds reasons to stay, and some reasons to leave..

what could be best?

if stay, what’s the good things?

if leave, who’ll be dead?

 

beautiful day.. rain

I always love to see the street after rain. I like how it smells, I like whatever I see on the street. people walking with their pretty umbrellas, people riding their motorbikes with raincoat, holes on the street full of water, splashing water from high speed vehicles, and realizing my self watching them all. but rain always pull something sad from me onto the surface, deep down in me, like missing something or someone, I don’t know. it’s not pleasant feeling, but beautiful, I love that feelings..

people said, angel’s coming down with every single drop of rain from the sky. imagine, how many angels will come down to earth everyday, especially in very heavy rainy day..

when I catch the first drop of rain, do I catch one angel on me?