In its due time. Allah knows, I pray for the best. Alhamdulilah for everything.
I am…
Confused, Happy, Imperfect, Lost, Frowning, Out of Words, Alone, Angry, Selfish, Relieved, Exhausted (mentally & physically), Falling, Compromised, Fallen to be more Realistic, Hurt, Overwhelmed, At peace, Extremely unsettled, Curious, Down, Defeated, Thankful, Enlightened, Sick of it, Messy.
Complaining, and I need to stop.
I apologize for being human.
I do. and I mean it sincerely.
I am sorry…
Im far from lonely and its all that i’ve got.
- The Used.
A small (not capital) ” i ” is a flower without petals.
im a small “i” sometimes…
“And Allah (swt) bears witness that the hypocrites are liars…”
“Times is hard,
and things are changing,
I pray to God,
that we can remain..
the same.
All Im trying to say,
Is our love don’t have to change,
No it don’t
Have to change…”
- John Legend
Theres so much happening inside my head.
I mean there is chaos on more levels than I can keep up with.
You know, finals just add the cherry to top of the mess. I need to improve my writing skills or take out the time to write better. I envy people who can write well. They always come off as eloquent as ev, and they get the “…well said” looks and nods. I am lazy with my writing, I spill unprocessed thoughts onto paper and into ears, and into minds and I need to change that. It really bothers me.
I mean there is something annoying about using big words all the time, its a sign that you can never come down to earth. There’s a time for everything (the -ology for that is called Wisdom).
Anyways. Enough hating on good writers.
If you could take a second to tell me what you hear when you read “Finite Mathematics” I would appreciate the comments.
I had never heard that joke before (if that’s what you want to call it) till a customer told me today. I snickered, the sales person laughed like it was the joke of the century.
Anything for a sale.
“You’re thinking it.”
Silence.
“But you’ll be damned if you ever said it.” “ At least to the right person.”
Its all choices, in their respective chronology. They do something to the likes of water-ballet and take the shape of what we call ”your day.”
You would choose to have me shift+delete -ed from your life if you could. But only sometimes, because other times I am of use. We do a dance, and we say everything else, anything but, what needs to be said.
“How do you look people in the eye?”
It amuses me on some subliminal level, I thought I was something.
“The concept of time, does that count as metaphysical?”
Beats me, but it doesn’t wait for anyone, I know that much.
You are only in control in your head. Outside it’s a whole nother ball game,
and the ball is coming at you.
Fast.
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