Look at all those lights. KL really does keep going, doesn't it? Like, non-stop. Funny, how it can be so loud down there, but up here… it's almost… quiet. Not silent, just… muted? Like watching a movie with the sound turned down a bit.
You'd think all that energy would fill something, right? But it's weird, I still feel.. this space.. like, a little empty. Maybe that's just me. Or maybe everyone feels a little like this sometimes, even in the middle of all that buzz. Wonder if anyone else is on their balcony right now, thinking the same thing? Probably they are too, enjoying the view in silence.
Funny how 'silent' can still be full of tiny sounds, if you listen closely. Like a whisper of hope, maybe? I've been thinking… a lot. About everything. And I'm wishing, really wishing, for some good things to happen. Like, the kind of good that fills that quiet space inside.
Maybe the silence is a chance to listen to myself, to figure out what I really want. And maybe, just maybe, good things are coming, and they're just taking their time.
And maybe, in all this quiet, the good things are already beginning. Not with a bang, but with a whisper. Just enough to remind me, that even in the vastness of the city, I'm not alone. That even in the quiet of my own heart, there's room for something beautiful to grow.
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