I have put in my wired earphones. Listening to "I'm with you" with half an ear, I can still feel the pain in her voice in the song since I have heard it infinite times. Riding slowly my Classic 350 through a dark road densely surrounded with trees, I see a man heating peanuts by the roadside. It's common to see peasants selling heated peanuts in small shops by roadsides in winter. The man is tossing peanuts under an LED bulb that is powered by a small battery. The smell of burning coals and the shells of peanuts is gratifying. I feel like stopping by and savoring the moment. The weather is changing. Now, I feel the cold evening wind piercing through my polo t-shirts. Unlike in summer, it's peaceful. Crickets are gone and frogs as well. When the world is at peace; we can hear what our soul is saying. In this calmness, I find a way to escape uncertain reality. Well, the song ends, and I kickstart my motorbike. I have to go home now.
i am redhya. and this is the place where i spew out the havoc birthed by my triggered neurons in the form of words. you may or may not like my writings. however, i insist on you reading some of my works. besides that, you may leave any comments so that i can know my writings from your perspectives. s u r r e n d e r yourself before you read any posts; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.