rachma.

the 9th month of the year, it has always been contemplating. God has given me more opportunity to explore, more feelings to feel, more coffees for my morning, aliens living in my tits, more walks, more people to meet and voices to be heard, stories to remember and nostalgia to be deliberated, and yes still no kids.

God has been letting me work on my gut feelings. centered every decision on how it felt right. i think my brain is overly punched by empathy that now sadness evolved into different feeling. tears are down more caused by fear than despair, or in many times it led more to disappointment.

i still don't care about grammars. still write in my broken english. gain more kilos than ever. and feel loved like the love i newly found after the third year of my marriage.

and of course, this world is still running to the wrong way. and just can't wait for the next life. hope God have mercy on me.