Words Carry Secrets of The Soul 🌙

a stray melody drifting through the air—

to unearth a thousand hidden yesterdays.

A single note,

and suddenly

I am standing in a room

that no longer exists.

The walls are painted

with laughter

the windows breathe

summer light.

Your voice lingers

between the chords

like it never learned how to leave.

The chorus rises—

and so do we:

younger, fearless,

untouched by endings.

The bridge hums softly,

and I remember

how everything once felt infinite—

how goodbye

was just a word

other people said.

Then the song fades.

The room dissolves.

The years return.

But for a moment—

a fragile, golden moment,

time forgets to move,

and my heart

remembers

Sometimes life fells heavy, and

nothing seems to go the way you

planned. But remember — Allah

is not punishing you; He is

preparing you. Every delay, every

heartbreak, every challenge is

shaping you into the person you're

meant to become. Allah knows

what you can handle, and He never

tests you without purpose. Trust

His timing, even when you don't

understand His plan. One day,

you'll look back and realize every

hardship was a step toward

something greater — something

sekelebat rasa datang tanpa permisi,

merasuk diam-diam,

namun begitu nyata.

Aroma itu menarikku pulang

ke peristiwa bertahun silam—

ke ruang kenangan yang nyaris terlupa.

Indah, meski hanya sesaat,

namun begitu meninggalkan perih

A lie is never born loud

it slips between teeth like silk,

soft as winter breath

against a fragile window.

It wears a borrowed face,

painted in the colors of trust,

perfumed with almost-truth,

stitched neatly into conversation.

At first, it is featherlight.

It floats above the table,

dancing in candlelight,

harmless as a shadow at dusk.

But shadows grow.

A lie learns the architecture of fear,

builds corridors in the mind,

locks doors with trembling hands,

hangs mirrors that refuse reflection.

It asks to be carried

just for a moment,

just until morning,

just until the heart forgets its weight.

Yet it gathers gravity.

It bends the spine of promises,

rusts the hinges of belief,

teaches silence to scream

in rooms where love once slept.

And when it breaks

it does not shatter like glass.

It unravels like thread,

revealing how much was held together

by what was never true.

Still, truth waits

barefoot and patient

at the edge of every confession,

holding light like a lantern

in the shadows.

Preparing hearts for the tempests

that lie ahead.

When the storms descend,

we're not shattered instantly,

but rather,

we're held together by the threads

privacy is protection.

Stop telling people more than what they need to know.

The less you reveal,

the more people can wonder.

Forget attention.

Move in silence.

Live peacefully.

Vibrate higher.

Only speak when it's time to say,

like light to everyone I met.

But now — after learning how easily it fades,

I keep it close to my chest,

only for those