Last (Malam) Nisfu Syaaban — Halve the Tranquility, Dearth of Spirituality
I’m lost, in this path of salvation.
(It took me 5 days later to publish this simple draft)
I’m (still) the same cynic (and procrastinator, hehehe).
It’s raining today; I showered in the light drizzle on my way back from the kopitiam.
Enjoying every drops of the rainfall, over me and over the swimming pool — as I’m on my way back to the domicile. Feeling the urge to submerge in its tranquillity.
Instead, uneasiness emerged, and I’m immersed in it.
I’m waiting to abscond from this confined mist, toward the calming beacon.
Flight, on Sunday.
I. Need. To. Flee.