at the lowest point

Posted: March 1, 2012 in my black coffee

Being hurt and broken hearted and at the same time so far away from where you belong and also the family was not here beside you, and all the up coming exams and the pressure feelings.  You find yourself crying in the middle of the nights or under the shower, you have no idea which prayer you have spoken to, whether to mend the broken hearted or to not fail in the exams. But most importantly you pray to be still sane, at least. Cause there is nothing harder when you are at the lowest point of your life  and you are thousand miles away from the people you care about, yes the family, Mom. When you tried to talk over the phone but there was no sound coming out from your mouth, but only tears until the phone-line finally cut off for the credit is over.

Mom, wish to say, I am okay, or to be precised, I will be okay. Just need time to survive, either by remembering or by forgetting. Both is not easy.

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