Spoken My Way

alisha. muslim. high school student. residing in jakarta, indonesia. feel free to reblog, like, or comment. nice to seeya and enjoy!(:

ok now its like way too past my bedtime and im still up-_- i dont know i just cant go to sleep. there’s like a hundred maybe thousands of things thats flowing up in my brain now. aargh wish i could go to sleep and have a sweet dream (dreaming of him would be nice:p) but the problem is : i cant.-.

oh my how do i really wish i have magic, so i can fix up my problems easily. but hey what am i talking about-_-“


still with my eyes closed, i saw myself standing in a hall filled with mirrors, an old violin on my left and a loose bow on my right. my fingers gently play a lovely melody, casting a spell to anyone who heard it. my black gown and long black veil accompanied me in grace. but then i opened my eyes, i was dreaming.

i then wondered a wonderland of my own. i closed my eyes, letting myself to fly with the humming birds towards the blue sky and land perfectly near those white swans upon a crystal pure lake far from the crowds.

Boy: You should come back.
Girl: I wish I may.
Boy: No, like, you really should. Not for the others... But for me, too.
Girl: *speechless

the more the times with you, the more the memories i’ll have.

ITS FOR YOU

within two months i can still see you

feels like it was just yesterday we first met

the first time you called my name and talked to me

the way you smile and make my cheeks go red

the things you say

the things you do

those dashing eyes and cutest laugh

your simplest words that always make my smile appear

YOU

it could never be the same again