is comfort a gift?

vulnerability creeps in a form of blind fold misteries. you reach your arms out in the dark, trying to get a feel of the unknown. instead you feel disorientated; moving your legs, only to a stop, before you start moving around again, to a stop, only to be moving around again. you try to control your breathing whilst loosing hope in realising what to hope for. but u stretch your arms out anyhow. keeping your faith in good hope. whatever hope out there is good. because you know. deep down we both know, we are not into this silly game by mistake. never once had i intended to doubt you. but i surely thank God tonight, cuz now i know, im not in this alone..

he read the cues i didnt know i sent..

he aboards my parodical ride even before the festive season begin..

he is being carefull, only because that is how things are meant to be.

Allah, allow me to see the Angel You sent by his side,

for i have never cross path with other human such as he.

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