Loudly Here

The darkest of everything is your own faith, and the lightest of everything is your own conscience.  

Helpless, without doubt, is the worst feeling in the world. Not only it made you feel useless and worthless, the worst part is; it does turn you into one. 

Those feelings become invisible barriers that turn into a glass box to you. It’s like you only

The hardest part to actually talk, is to answer the why and how questions. Some things were happened for reasons, yet sometimes

I would like to believe that love is when we wish for and do the very best for the ones we love, even if we are not a part of their happiness. I would also believe that love is when we sacrifice for a greater good.

I would like to believe that love is when we don't count for what we have been given, when we forgive all of the mistakes that had been done to us, and when we let go of all the pain that we feel for the sake of someone's smile.

But after all that I have been through, I think love, in the end, is

To see how life goes on for everyone, but you. To see how things were just the same, the usual daily life happens to everyone, but you. Feels like your trouble, pain and sadness are so small that they affected no one, but you. Feels like your existence is worthless and meaningless.

You can’t even differ life and death, let alone to count your breath. You don’t know

Next encounter with love is to understand that sometimes people don't really know how to love you. They love you with

I love unmade bed and messy hair. I love the smell of a hot tea and cooked eggs on my kitchen. I love the look of people when they were just woke up and

Bright morning, unknown feeling. Like the longing, of someone missing. Or singing, while the bell is

Even the death has a heart. It knew it has taken the very best of life, and it loves life to its’ death.

But the death of death,