of writing and passion

all in one day.
rain, joy, frust, gloomy, breezy, freezing.

alhamdulillah, things happened.
alhamdulillah, some things doesn't happened at all.

siang tadi di boco9, sambil dengar kak faz berpuisi,
dan menyanyi, i felt like,
what i told angah was was not all right.
a night before, we were talking about how long has it been since we last writing.
i mean, seriously writing. and i told her,
'the moment we felt happy and we became happy, we don't write anymore'

i guess, i was wrong.

there will always be something inspiring.
maybe not to write, but to enjoy.
maybe not just that, maybe that's all.