Silhouette

The vague shadow moves
In front of my eyes
Staring hard at it
Wondering what is it

I could feel the coldness
Running down my spines
I am really clueless
By the faint moves

I hear strange voices
But seems barely audible
I hear quick footsteps
But they seem undetectable

Sudden gust of breeze
Blowing across from that direction
It makes me freeze
As if I am under concussion

Now I could see
The silhouette of the shadow
Shadow of a shape
That is the heart

18 Safar 1427 Hijrah
18 March 2006
Saturday

I hope to move on from the vagueness…. At the same time waiting for the answer to the mystery…I feel like in the maze and running here and there to find the exit door… I do not wish to be like this for a long period of time…. Hanging on without knowing something… inviting unbearable pain that seems no direction…. Life has to move on … bring with me a thinner heart that neither die nor alive….