The city sighs in concrete grey, a heavy, waking breath; Beneath the weight of measured days, we hurry toward our death. Still, deep in pavement's stubborn crack, a single green shoot yearns.
kenangan ya allah,aku redha dgn ap yg terjadi, dan tunjukkanlah kebenaran ya allah, aku hanya mengaharpakn pertolongan darimu ya allah, baru aku tahu, masa aku kecil,betapa gigihnya ayahku mengayangiku, kini aku tahu, kasih sayang seorang ayah mcm mana, jaga diri ya, abi sayang
Interactions feel shorter and more detached, it feels like a lot of people do not do anything outside of working, going out to eat/drink/club, working out, and just day to day stuff.