I really am conflicting.
I seem selfish yet I am selfless.
I seem optimistic, yet I am pessimistic.
I seem different, yet I can be ordinary.
But I know, that no matter how hard I try, I can never be normal.
Maybe the real me is the me I've been unconsciously hiding.
Maybe I'm not the happiest after all.
Is it true?
"The happiest ones are often the saddest."
Can it be true?
Can this quote define why I can be so foolishly gleeful sometimes?
Can it define my personality?
Can it defy what I've been thinking before?
Can it signify what the heart yearns for?
I love you, Ya Allah.
I love you for giving me such an extra ordinary exotic talent.
I love you for giving me unconditional warmth when I can be exceedingly unhappy.
I thank you.
Alhamdulilah.
You are my sanctuary.
Without you, books could never have been created.
Without you, words could never have been formed.
Without you, hearts could never have been healed.
You are my light, you are my guidance.
And after so long, finally...
finally...
finally, I am able to have a short glimpse.
After so long, the soul utters a light, a faint ray of hope.
After so long, the scars have started to close.
Perhaps, it was always meant to be.
You and me.
Until the end of time.