Simply exhausted of what you called life.
Nothing seems quite tough, though.
I’d like to say something that we left behind, something that bothers me much lately.
What’s the meaning of our life?
Some religious people said that our life is intended to Allah…
well, just bless in disguise maybe.
Yesterday, I was at a corner of the city… on a cross roads… I was held up by the red traffic light
Something came up to my mind…
I held my breath… waiting each seconds counted upon my head.
I was waiting for my turn for speeding my motorbike and rush to the road.
Just like awaited for something.
I reflected back to my life,
I am waiting for something
A knight, maybe…
can you gimme some? 😛