by myself, from myself, for myself...

So much of what is left of me. The word self is taking shape into my writing. I can just write a sentence. Or I can just write sentences without ending in sight. But time does care. And so onto something what I should care about. Just sheer expression of an alcoholic situation which is just emotional no substance. Sometimes words just heading towards nothing and nowhere. But it heals. It sets apart the fake and the genuine. It also serve a purpose. "Ada hikmahnya". Everbody has to move forward. Pohonlah keampunan, pohonlah ke arah jalan yang lurus. Allahuakbar.