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Eyka Photoshoot

Without me realizing it, I’ve turned my Instagram from ‘Gallery’ into.. perhaps ‘Book’ thanks to pages and pages of text now!If you followed @aishahk88 from last year, I started that account with posting up a lot of portraits.. And then, I’ve deleted them batch by batch until recently, there’s no more of them at all except few.

I’ve said it a lot but I’m not sure whether I’ve said it here before. But I guess maybe, I’m an adult with ADHD.

Symptom – easily get obsessed over something for a certain of time, and then.. completely and totally forget about it. Sounds so like me, right?But no worries. I’ve took up some test on the internet (google girl here, no surprise), and my result for ADHD is negative.

So, I’m good.

Whatever the reasons for my temporary obsession over things are, they do me good. I’ve learnt many things within this one year of ‘solitude’, probably more than I could have learnt my entire life.

Without further ado, this post is just for me to ‘keep’ some of my work since my Instagram has other ‘job’ now #sixwordstory #aishahkpoetry

Let’s start with Eyka photoshoot. She’s a freelance model, actress and DJ. Shot at KLCC park after my working hour, I can’t remember when #sorrynotsorry.

 

 

 

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(Not) the one

You’re not the one
I first see, when I open my eyes
in the morning
Not the one
I sneakily text, at the office
Between meetings
Not the one
I call before and after lunch
To tell you what I’ve been eating
Not the one
I small talk to, after work
To share what I’ve been reading
But you’re the one
In every each word, everywhere
in my writing

And you know exactly
how much I love doing that
So thank you for being

where you need to be

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Tossing coins

I’m so scared of letting go. It’s like tossing coins every day and hoping it says “no” or “not yet” every single time.

And every time I inhale, I pray for the strength to face the coming days, months, and years without you. And before I could exhale, I’ve already let go the thought of it. I always gave up trying before I could really try, thinking that I could use one more day. And another more day. And another more day.

Who was I fooling?

The pain in my chest, it comes and goes. It’s like the waves hitting the sand by the beach. Sometimes so subtle and sometimes so hard like how they are during the stormy weathers. So strong it leaves some marks or even worse, washes most of the sand away. I lose myself when I lose you. If I could show you how it really feels, you’ll be overwhelmed. That pain in my chest reminds me that everything we had, was real. I was part of your existence. And you, part of mine.

But unfortunately, that’s that. And that’s that no matter how painful it would be.

Paths cross in mysterious ways. Whatever way it’s going to be with us, please know that I’m looking forward to it.

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