It’s 29th of Ramadhan.
I’m just a number of days, minus the quality I have in each, I actually have none. Negative. A lot of me had passed away, some treasured in memories, some completely forgotten out of context. I reminisced to bring me back to those times but it will never come back. That realization always sends me deep into worthless regrets. It’s like a cycle. And it has to stop.