Dandelion

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim...

Been here for 5 days already. the hometown is hot. hotter than my place in capital city. lol. cuz i stay there in the air-cond all the time, then of course. when the moon embraced the blue sky back into the black coat, only then I  out to take the green breath again.

It is great to be here. i really want to quit by sudden. a sudden attack. can? i think i will. although i love everythings there but i have to move. i really meant it. i love it deep in my heart that it is too hard to let it go.

Back todays.. i heard, and receive many harsh things. which i couldn't believe it would actually happen to me. im scare to actually accept it, or how should i give my reaction towards. if i keep this fragile and yet tender feeling, i would now have tumble down or sit myself somewhere and growing mushroom.

Maybe this is how Allah want to teach me how to handle those things. to not easily give up. to not easily  grieving. some people and family member may know that im a sensitive person, fragile, getting sad easily over ruthless action. *well i dont say im not one also. i may have develop that also in me. ironically.

And im more scare if i somehow strayed away from the strip. because i dont see the reflection way that i should run along.