habib said, Don't think too much

i cried.

he placed his hand on my head
and prayed for me.

and then gave me sweets.

Don't think too much ok.
Just now, I thought you were only 17, not 19!
*All the best for school, ok

he showed me a mirror
i saw myself and i cried.

bowl after bowl
cup after cup
movement in the mouth
the stomach is filled
yet the heart drained

physical food for spiritual pain

a grip on the heart to
stop
beating
no breath

feel
slowness
in the second

you is nothing
not even the air

i miss you terribly
hope you are doing well
hope that all of us can get along again...
please?
just like the old times?
of hello kitties and heart-to-hearts
of lost wallets and failed driving tests
of dried chilli and unfolded clothes
of birthday cakes and animes

oh my brother
talk to us again... please?

i really wish
we could be siblings again

not strangers

so numbing it is
that i wonder if
even these tears
is only pretense

too beautiful
too beautiful
too beautiful