behind locked doors


[mom placed that photo to remind me of the bastard i was then in poly]


after the ablution and gettin' ready for prayers.
i close my door. locked.
and i just stare out of the window.
looking at the lifeforms walking along.
not noticing me staring.
i stare into the sky.
and i question myself millions.
some left unanswered.

maybe i have lost track and need guidance.
thats when i plug in my Black and listen to the muziq.
still in a daze. wondering what lies ahead.
hoping to find someone to guide me. yes. indeed.
please.

and 5 minutes later,
i unlock my door. open it.
step outside.
shake my parents' hands as if i just finished praying to god.


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