2005

Its gone. The year is gone, the time is gone and i want it all back. How can you be sitting with me, making fun of me, of yourself, making fun of life itself and then be gone? Just like that? Where are you?

How can days be passing. you arent here..

Late huh? always gone by my own clock. Just know i dont want to step into the next moment. Not without. Never without. Cant without.. and i ask, always have asked for the impossible henna Allah? are You mad at me? i give plenty of reason to.

i miss her Allah.