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Amira Idayu
You don't need lucidity to find joy. Joy is where you decide to put your heart at. There's just something about words that I love, that works in sync with codes. Solituditary, writing, imagination. Those, are my favourites.
Amira Idayu. Preface. tagboard.

I liked the way you call me. So I tried to say my name the way you do. But i got disappointed because it doesn't sound comforting.
2/06/2010 08:31:00 AM
Saturday
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Caught day break at my spot and wrote something.


I sit here in the morning to catch the crack of dawn.
I sit here in the early hours and wonder who am I.
Where do I fit in this busy world?
I see cars wheeze by the highway.
Buses, cars, motorbikes. Taxis, even.
Where are these people going?
Do they stop by somewhere and close their eyes and breathe in the moment of solitude,
like I do?
This spot right here, strikes beauty.
It goes on just the way it goes on.
Night bade farewell, but what if I'm not ready?
No one is ready for goodbyes.
Or are they?
Sitting here, enjoying solitude, it gives me the kick.
It drains away my complexity
into the plughole.
One day when I have a child,
I'd teach him to appreciate life.
I'd teach him to respect the dawn.
I'd teach him the joy of lights on the highway.
I'd teach him the joy of listening to the silent morning.
There's this peachy coloured strike across the sky.
I think I'm in love with it.
It looks stunning.
I see a lorry parked by the side of the school.
I wonder if he's stopping to witness the beauty of the amazing skies.
If he is, I'll share my joy with him.
I don't know why sometimes people take beauty of dawn for granted.
I do too, sometimes.
When I wake up in the morning just to go to school.
When I wake up in the morning just to satisfy my rumbling tummy.
(Ps: It's like zero degrees here.)
The night is over.
It's the start of a new day.
Be thankful, I must.
But what if I don't wanna let go of last night?
In my morning prayers,
I asked God for one thing.
That is to teach me a lesson this morning.
I think I found the lesson.
These lights, lighting the void decks won't turn off
even though there's the sunlight now.
It seems as though it is guiding the day in light until the day is bright enough
and then it'll switch off.
It's just like God.
He leads me the way to enlightenment.
He holds my hand through the darkness,
giving me warm supply of hope
until I mature to be a greater individual.
And when darkness befalls again,
he'll turn up in my life again and hold my hand.
And what happens when I don't need light in the day?
He teaches me to hold the hands of others in their dark episodes.
To the world, I am one person.
I hope I'll be remembered,
should I be gone.
To somewhere I'm not even sure.
My heart is clear,
I don't resent.
I am not the best of people.
But I take chances.

Yours.