Its been so long... Gradually recollecting how tears are warm making their descent from the eyes. Surpassing the high cheekbones, down valleys and they'll keep on going and going. Until with a sweep of the hand, poof! Disappear like as if the whole thing didn't happen.
Indeed, life has its ups and downs. Ups so high that you feel like you can do anything, aim for the impossible, touch the massive skies with dainty little fingers, imagine the unimaginable. Downs so low that the deepest and darkest bowels of the Earth can never reach your feelings, that existence may no longer be an option, imagine ways of escaping reality.
After my post of the Afghan Flower, and my growing awareness of global issues, social inequality and the sheer disregard for innocent human lives all over the world(Been reading a lot) I just feel as old and as crappy as the world itself. Exhausted of opening my eyes to the everyday miseries of mental suicide bombers. Weary of the old age game of blaming others for their mistakes. Fatigued by the bloody scenes of disaster zones and war torn areas plaguing much of the world. Seriously... A whole load of crap are happening. Is it really the end of times? I do believe in it. Maybe we are living in the end of times. Subhanallah. I hope that somehow, by Allah's grace, we don't live to see the final day.
Omg, my mood swings are getting worse...
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