Mirror Me Madman

Bismillah

Well, it's one of those scold other people and scold myself moments.
God give me patience. Sometimes we just need to understand that other people do not care about the work we have to do in order to make the best of the situation they put us in. Sometimes, God gives us trials because there is something He wants us to learn. I just need to reign in this anger and channel it to other better things. Like stop ranting and doing my assignment instead. That's a good place to start. But before that a poem!



The scenery is not clear,
I'm shaking so hard my vision's getting blurry.
When I'm about to break,
the words come out like steam
out of a train going faraway.
The words get out and disappear,
Like the visions
outside the window of a moving train,
going faraway.
Summers rain,
when are you coming my way?
Calm after storm,
when are you coming my way?
I need patience,
that You can give me,
or else I'll get weaker,
and my visions might never clear.

And my little random narrative.
'She looked out the window of the train, like little wisps of smoke the visions flew by. The old man snoring next to her made no move so she crawled closer to the window to get a good look. The mashing of colours all running across the window in a great blur. She thought, 'So magical!' and slowly she reached out to touch the cool glass. "urgg....." The sound from the old man startled the girl and she quickly crawled back into her seat hoping that the old man didn't wake up. She looked from the sleeping face of the old man, back to the window and sighed. The spell was broken.'

Alhamdulillah