Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Winter

Its cold out here. I can't even felt my blood running through my vein. Less planning, nowhere to go. Everything covered with white snowy sadness. I felt empty, dead to be precise. O summer, please come quick, i need your warmth, I need your shine, i need your smile. O sun, burst your light, punch your heat, so that i can be alive. O God, only you, to whom I seek belief, to You I floored my head to, I seek forgiveness and repent, give me a chance to live my life to the fullest, give me Your will to be alongside my dearest, to be warmth, to feel like to-get-her, to be Love. I begged You, the Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.