Dill

It is this weekend.
The big day for Him. The day of what he looks forward since God knows when.

I may stir some scene. I do not mean to make it harsh, first of all. Just a scene.

Like telling the whole world what He has done to me. Or the details on that undisclosed little feeling he had spared.

He is not alone anymore. Not anymore. I have to spare myself a day or two, just to accept that he is not the one I'll stay with anymore, on the night of cats and dogs, on the night of when I have no place to go, on the cry-day, at times when I need him most.

Well, I have to look for a good present for Him. Or for Them.

Well, for the uncertain many, these words are just another rambling of unknown feeling of mine. But maybe I am turning mad.

A bicycle rides down the hill,
Passes the walls of "Stick No Bill",
How worse this moment I feel,
I know that I love you still

Comments

Rock Stars Roll said…
was just wondering if you're from nst. :P
22:28
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Hey Sina. NST as in New Strait Times?

Nope. I am not. I work in engineering field specializing in Mechanical and equipment

;)
00:00
Ayaq said…
Dah lamanyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tinggal blog ni.

hye!
13:17
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Ayaq masak. Lama tak singgah.
Tak rindu kat chek ka?

Hye back~
15:28
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