keep your head up the world hates sad people

No one likes to say it, that they feel lonely sometimes, do they?

That sudden awareness of acute quietness. It's not a pleasant feeling.

Ombak

Ombak, kau yang diperhambai 

sang Angin yang sentiasa hanya berlalu

membawa pergi wangian tajam garam-mu

mengapa kau setia sedangkan kau luka?

Biru bergelora, putihnya buih,

menggapai seolah merintih;

            Tiada tenang, tiada aman, 

            yang menuggu

            dalam butir-butiran halus tepian pantai.

        

.

Wahai malam yang berkata-kata

         jangan kamu pergi

.

It's rearing its head again, the wish to just up and leave and never show up for work again.

Sometimes nothing good comes off discussing things you would rather pretend doesn't exist.

But I'll be fine. Just a spell.

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There is a violence in my soul

         it pertains to my heart which longs

                and longs

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What never fades is the red of the heart

             And you who are the red in mine

Refuge

If there was ever silence or distance in my part, it is either out of respect for another's consternation or merely a desperate act of self-preservation.

To lessen another's hurt or to lessen my own. When words maim, silence becomes a balm. When presence aches, absence becomes refuge. 

Or not.

And then one remembers, fa inni qaribun. There is no silence, no solitariness that is without Him who is the last refuge.

 

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I long to walk upon land
    whose soil speaks only your name