dark cloud over your house, bah.

it sucks that every entry is a gloomy one. but how does a pessimist avoid the pessimistic?
how does a person get over this dark cloud hanging over a roof.
i see him everywhere. really every corner of the house.

the garden every weekend, the right side of his bed, the kitchen where he cooks his famous stew, the backyard, lukman's room, abang kimi's room, abang azam's room, my room.

it doesnt stop there. outside the house even the littlest things can set me off.
like seeing a father and daughter walking together in a mall. seeing the little girl sulk to get her father's attention.

being the only girl that's what i do best.
he would always come put his arm around me and console.

i wonder, if i run hard enough.
and long enough,
would i be able to outrun all this anger and sadness.

i wonder, would he cry seeing how difficult it is for us.
to go to each own corner and deal with it they way we always do.
by ourselves, alone with our thoughts
in the night, in the day.