The same route for going home never felt easy after the 2nd September, last year. It paints the same suffocation, the same screams, the same tears.The memories linger, not budging in any inch.

Are you safe there?
Do my prayers really meant to you?
Do my good deeds make them treat you better?

I'm scared that you hurt. I'm scared if anyone hurt you.

I don't have any choice than holding my faith tight and praying to Him to keep you warm by His love.

You're the loudest reminder that nothing last forever, dear lovely father.