fitrifarina.
I procrastinate. I take photographs. I draw. I dream big.

When lightning strikes.


Nightfalls, emotions runs untamed,
You reek of anger,
I seek solace,
Like out on a battle,
I whip up a shield of walls,
Words lashed out like bolts of lightning,
My wall stays strong,
Never succumbing to rubbles,
When lightning strikes...

Behind the wall,
Like an empty shell,
Lithely and silently,
I wail in dispair,
Like my well-built walls,
Determined not to crumble,
Holding on to nothing but conviction,
When dawn breaks,
The sky became clear again,
There's no grey areas,
No more questions; only white noise.

-4.59 am

I'm through with doubt1:50 AM