staring into white ceiling,
wandering far beyond that,
Where are you, love?
Do you look to me, when I look up in search of you?
Where are you, love?
Do you look to me, as I lay my forehead on the white marble floor?
To where, will I find your love?
and you guided my every step
To her, you guided me
may I find your love, in her.
Till jannah, guide me.
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I'm not good with poems. Deal with it
The thing about not having a job--any kind of job for that matter, be it working at a fast food restaurant, or volunteering at the zoo; is that your life will be in static--motionless. It, literally stays where you left off. It happened to me after graduating from high school, aaaand now it's happening AGAIN. I just never learn..
tip of the day, listen, and reflect.
ANYWAY, I want to put my passion in graphic to good use, not today, nor tomorrow, but someday. InsyaAllah. I require new gadgets, though. "Gadgets, come to me!" who am I kidding--GET A JOB!
I'm sorry I'm not as productive as the rest of the world.
Thus I shall give you a picture of a potato, it does not disappoint
well actually no, it's just a loading picture. that never really loads anything.
Hafidz
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