We

We've been through this,
this familiar sorrow amidst of laughter.
We've been through this,
joy of being weird amidst of normality.

Forgotten have we,
that we are we.
Our hearts are us.
Inside of us is the outside of us.
Easily we forget.
Quickly we forget.

Nothing is missing right now.
Only contemplating over what seems to be full.
But full is not always content.
Where are we heading is the question,
because even where we are standing now
seems to be a blur.

How can you run when you don't know how to stand?
Can you, can us?

You, I seek.
Perhaps.

A week before Ramadan. Seri Iskandar.