But I keep walking,
despite the tears,
despite the wind,
despite the skinned knees and broken bones,
despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,
... ... I keep walking…
towards You.
There’s only one direction,
one direction:
towards You.
From You, to You.
I have nothing else.
Nothing.
That is my poverty.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

wierdest feeling

Last night the most amazing wierd thing happened, which i dont know where to begin to start explaining. I dont know how to react to it either. After 20 years...my past haunted me once more..it's like a deja vu..Ya Allah ya Rabb...beri aku kekuatan ya Allah...bantu hambaMu yang daif ini
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