by Ofi Zukhrufia
Writing is a therapy for me.
But sometimes, especially at a time like this, my brain just stop working on its own.
I feel my mind is like a jigsaw puzzle and the pieces are everywhere I just can’t arrange them.
It’s about…. Lot of things.
You can love somebody else, but just be ready to let them go.
Because they’re not yours in the first place.
Semua datang dari Allah dan akan kembali ke Allah….
And this is not only about love thingy, this is beyond that.
I just can’t find any word to describe them.
I’m so not good at arrange words, huh?
I guess this is what people called ‘Tawakkal’ :)))