almost 2am when i once again, stepped into my empty home:

thinking how fast the week had gone.

juggling between chambers of stress and de-stress

wondering how i cope 2 weeks without my wifey.

her cheery 'hello' on every late night calls.

amazed on no matter how often i go back, i still long for my family.

is better than just opening an imaginary shoulder to laugh and cry on.

stupified on however paranoia i may still keep in me from being close to someone,

well, i sure am damn happy to do some hardcore controlled harmless flirt tonight...

dear Allah,
thank You for such a wholesome week.
Even for the empty stillness of cold air, curling in bed at nights,
where there is no tale to tell to anyone to bridge sanity..
my prayer is to be able to turn it all to You.
in my outmost hope, (eventually) in every breath i take.
...