Untouched.

No energy to hate.

I love you, wish you well, or you don’t exist in my world.

Hate is dead weight.

It drains peace, focus, and space.

No value? No access.

I’m built for peace, purpose, and progress.

No noise. No games. No need to compete.

Love stays. Boundaries stand. Silence speaks.

You're either in the circle, or out in the quiet.

Either way — I'm untouched. 🥀

The Soft Collapse.

Maybe my mind needs a pause

not rest, but retreat,

a quiet unraveling beneath

the noise I no longer greet.

These thoughts, once sharp, now blur and fade,

like ink in rain-soaked leaves;

I chase them through the dusk alone,

with nothing left to grieve.

The world keeps speaking in full light,

but I am dusk and dim

a shadow slipping through the hours,

a hymn without a hymn.

Perhaps the ache is not for peace,

but simply to be still

to sit beside the weary self

and feel the aching spill.

Apa yang ada di dalammu

Hati...

Ada rindu yang tak terucap,

ada luka yang tak sembuh sepenuhnya,

ada doa yang tak pernah putus,

dan ada penat yang disembunyikan dengan senyuman.

Happy Eid Mubarak, Sayang.

Us without you.

Raya came and went with its usual joy, but without you, something was missing. The laughter didn’t last as long, and the lights didn’t shine as bright. It all feels a little quieter, a little dimmer. 

It’s hard to explain how much I missed you… like a celebration missing its soul. You were on my mind the whole time, and in every beat of my heart.

Hmm, I guess, I missed you deeply more than words could say.

Happy Eid Mubarak, Sayang.

May Allah forgive your sins, grant you peace, and place you among the righteous and the believers.

Hi, November