Friday, December 10, 2010

Freedom

Bismillah..

Salam wbt,

Freedom is always an interesting meaning right. For some people it means liberation from an oppressor. For others its like a bird, being able to just fly and soar. For me, it represents a struggle. A struggle to do things without having to think so much of what people think. That's my personal freedom. To not be locked up, tied down or suffocated.

Sometimes I hate writing the word "my". Coz nothing actually belongs to me you know. And sometimes the word "my" opens up too much dimensions. Once you put "my" there, it's like people are getting to know you. So it gets a bit scary.

Em, I've been looking around actually nowadays for some ways to escape. I'm not one to be tied down. And I want to go places you know. Experience things. And not get settled down. Honestly I don't like to get attached. I've tried it once and I got a good one from the process. And I think I'm okay with just that one at one. I like moving you know. Just going from one place to another.

I don't know where's life gonna get me. I could be anywhere.
But I do hope.
That I can be true to myself. And I pray I can hold on to that you know.
And not have to contradict.
Ya Allah, I really don't know you know.
Sometimes I just feel like I'm just settling.
I just hope I'm doing he right thing.
Please help me.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

un-same

I hate it when I meant things this way
and you understood it another
I hate when I say one thing
and you heard another
I hate it when I meant it with my heart
and yet you got it from the head
I hate it when I want you so much to understand this
and yet you thought I was criticising
I hate when I meant to help
and you felt I was patronising
I hate it when I meant this
and you felt that
I hate it how much I want to see this
but still you see that
I hate it how much I care so much
about what you care
I hate it when I meant love
and yet what you felt was betrayal
I hate how much I can't put into words
what I want you to understand
And how much I care so much
what you care about me
I hate how much I love you
and you fail to feel that
How love is up to that level for you
and yet more than that for me
I hate how much I meant
how much I meant
how much I meant
how much I meant
is rejected to me

And I miss those who understood me
the way _ do.