It’s a bubble, indeed. This world we’re living in. Two big bubbles grew their little ones, then them little bubbles will meet and interact with one another. Bubbles to bubbles. Some bubbles might like each other, and some may not. Some bubbles will bicker then fight, then learn how make up. And some bubbles simply attracted to each other, instant build-in best friend. Them bubbles interacts. Them bubbles experience things. Them bubbles will go through heartbreaks, rejections & delights. So dear God, may my bubble stay healthy & stay well, may he grounds his soil with good seed and reap good results. God speed! Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, September 18th 2026. Written at 10am on a Friday.
Have you ever gotten tired of living in colors? Or sounds, for that matter. Black and white may be too contrast and a little bold but perhaps grey gives you just the exact comfort. As someone who writes I find joy in solitude, when the things I hear are fork clinks against my plates and bustle of busy bees in the outer world. Sometimes I also hear rays of sunshine gleam through surfaces. I believe that things have sounds of their own, silence included. To me, silence and solitude color like sunshine. That still, beautiful silence that the only thing you witness is peace, when your mind is finally quiet and everything is right in the world. So what about you? What color matter most to you, and why? Ananda Khaira Azizah, Pekanbaru, September 30th 2026. Written at 3am on a Wednesday.