dream.

there's a void where your eager responses once resided, leaving narratives untold and no soul to share them with. thus, solace is found in confiding in the silent listener above, pouring out stories to the moon, hoping its silent presence will somehow fill the void left behind.

in moments like these, a wave of nostalgia washes over, reminiscent of the gentle night breeze that whispers your name. amidst the weariness of the day, when tales pile up and excitement awaits, your absence is deeply felt.

when i felt a flutter of feeling anew. suddenly, time mentioned your name again.

there's a certain magnetism about you that's hard to resist; no wonder feelings of admiration towards you have grown stronger, igniting a sense of awe that refuses to be ignored.

it feels like there's been a noticeable shift in the air, your allure deepens with each passing day. it's hard not to notice how your presence seems to light up every room you enter.

lately, a symphony of emotions has blossomed, painting the canvas with hues of awe. there exists an awe that grows silently, yet remains constrained within. in this silent devotion, a bittersweet sensation emerges, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of awe.

each word was carried on the breeze, weaving through branches of trees, reaching for the celestial listener above. the calming night air embraced the words, carrying them higher and higher until they reached the watchful eyes of the moon, who listened with silent understanding.

under the curtain of night, bathed in moonlight, secrets were whispered, carried on the wind. the moon was told about longing that fills the spaces between conversations, the ache that dances in the depths of souls when distance grows.

like the sun rising over the horizon, bringing warmth and light to life, fulfilling hopes and anticipation for the year ahead.

each milestone serves as a marker along this journey, marking another orbit completed and a new chapter waiting to unfold.

a special day arrives each year, marking the passage of time and celebrating another journey around the sun, guided by the stars that illuminate our dreams and aspirations.

happy eid al-Fitr mubarak, minal aidin wal faizin.

as we awaken to the harsh light of reality, we're left grappling with the fleeting nature of our hopes, yearning to recapture the beauty that once seemed so tangible, yet now remains forever beyond our grasp.

yet, like a fragile bubble drifting in the night breeze, the dream disappeared in an instant, leaving behind only the echoes of what could have been. the sudden disappearance of that dream is a poignant reminder of the transient nature of our aspirations, leaving bittersweet longing in its wake.

in the ethereal landscape of dreams, there exists a realm where beauty dances with the imagination. within this ephemeral space, one may encounter a captivating vision, a beautiful dream that whispers promises of fulfillment and joy.

we're no longer looking at each other's paths, our paths have branched into intersections and we have to walk each other's paths.

i woke up after meeting you in a glimpse of my dream. unfortunately, the night wind of longing is blowing so loud tonight. time seemed to stop for a moment, taking me back to the beautiful memories of the past. but, it feels so strange. do you still like the moon?

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06 – many things have been missed, many pieces of news that haven't been heard, and many longings that ultimately choose to be kept. there's a heart that's still drowning in longing. like a candle in the corner of a room that forgot to extinguish. neglected and just left behind. the light is still there, though not as bright as the other lights. even though it's been so long, the light is still willing to illuminate, let this light remain until disappears by itself.