Ramadhan this year, I realize that I haven't been counting the days like I normally did. Perhaps it would have been obvious why, had I really wanted to know. But all I've allowed myself to think was that maybe the days just went easier. Fasting is easier. Or thinking that, is easier.
But as it's ending, I am realizing that it has all been nothing but a safe pretense.
Because the truth is, I just drag where the end would take me to.