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The Night That I Can't Sleep and My Thoughts Are Continuously Generating

As the title suggest, I still couldn't sleep right now
The clock at the lower left shows that it is 2:48 a.m.
I'm kinda amused by myself since this rarely happens
Usually I just sleep soundly until my shadow is about my own length (after sahur and subo)

This hand is urging to deliver a message, not to a specific someone nor with a specific content
Just feels like typing; it is indeed a satisfaction
Man, I'm really outta control but I still want to write this


I really like this picture
and I don't even mind staring at it for a long time
Looking at this picture, a lot of emotional sense towering concretely inside me
Right now, at this very moment, I suddenly feel very empty and lonely even though a lot of my friends is around me
I'm just like an empty vessel, filled with nothingness
I can't think of anything, or even something
Depressed? Sad? It is not a negative feeling
It a room with all the furnitures and everything but no living thing is inside; it's lifeless

Before I need to wipe this wet keyboard, I'll stop here..
Just don't know what will happen to me and why am I like this


  1. picture indicates belonging.

    writings indicate homesick(?)

    kau cari la sesape sahabat yg sanggup dgr. jgn simpan. payah nanti.

  2. kinda funny when I look back at what I write

    got this "why did I write those things in the first place?" feeling

  3. i'm feeling lonely here too.

    yes, many friends.

    deep inside, the loneliness feeling is still inside. i can't help myself out from this.

  4. rayza - malam2 nie emo skit...huhu

    fauzan - lonely but you don't know why..

  5. hope terus tabah.... sometimes u miss someone, sometimes u need someone... walaupun u never know me, i strongly believe yg u sangat tabah dalam hidup ney. best of luck di perantauan....


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