I can feel my soul is weeping. It weeps and weeps and cries softly from pain of nothingness. I don’t know if this should be written as a verse, a poem, or anything. But I need to write it down.
I’m at lost. I can feel the hollowness of my own heart, in the absence of my soul. I find no warmth, no life, nothing.
And I don’t know what’s the cause of it.
As smart as I am, I feel like an idiot.
As realist as I am, I feel like a nightmare.
And what I feel around me is static wind.
Tonight, I’m trembling, from fear of losing.
I don’t know what I have lost, or about to lose.
Nothing is here. Nothing is there. Nothing is anywhere, or maybe everywhere.
*My laptop died after I wrote those things. The screen went blank. Nothing. Manifested.
The Cosmic Abyss 
“The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.” – one art
i jatuh cinta bila cameron diaz recites this dalam “in her shoes”
hey, how’s the run?
She did read that? Wah, I was just sibuk focus on the E.E. Cummings’ poem je.
The run was excellent!!! Felt great!
i focused dengan ‘life’s brief candle’ ngan ‘sonnet 18’ itupun sebab my English teacher cakap will come out for SPM. hehe.
i used to hike. but running seems more convenience bila dah kerja 6 hari seminggu.
i nak start lari. kalau you nak naik gunung kinabalu, come! come!
I tak ambil english literature so I tak tahu. ;-(
You’re based in KK? Cool!