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we've been terribly sad, and still be able to come back home.
doesnt it really hard to tell? you got so much stuff to tell, or packed inside that bring the smile and the sadness. but once you open the door, its all different from the outside. wiped away all the stuff because it is nothing as same as your peaceful mind universe yang bawa semua cerita sci-fi fantasy yang bawa kepada happy ending.
life has no happy ending, because things doesnt end at all.
youre happy, but its not the end because you can be sad the next time.
youre sad, but something is coming, and youre waiting and waiting.
we're not wasting time, trust is a power. believe is something keep you alive.
and none of these are relevant. and im just a random person living out in the morning that have been skipped for a long time.
damn morning is quite good, its getting you for a between halal-drunk and sober.
so many thoughts, that you wouldnt even understand. that you would even questioned the next time you re-read it.
life cant be perfect all the times. sometimes its terrible.
but the proccess,
a real fascinating!
goodbye, and may Allah bless.
“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.” – J. B. Priestley