tick tick tick tick
no. it's not the clock
it's 6:28am and the sky is still dark
i wonder since when did i begin this nocturnal existence
the cars are leaving their lots
no. drivers are driving their cars away
crappy album again from my ex-idol
at least the last song sounds relevant
“也不想入睡。。。”
late saturday nights, no. early sunday mornings
the ants are crawling
there are no interesting shows on tv
there is nothing to read, no. i don't feel like reading.
back to an old book.
back to my old thoughts.
a football game to go to
no sleep
who cares.
no one saw.
the day will still pass.
but there must be someone out there like me
the blankets of morning clouds cover us to sleep.
they comfort but they do not put us to sleep
perhaps i like to match my mental fatigue with a physical one
10 minutes later.
it's still not dawn.
words come in sequence here
but thoughts don't. they rush in.
like fools who cannot queue for a weekend buffet
i don't like to play host
for once i like to be the one invited
to be served
i don't like buffets.
frankly i don't.
teppanyaki sounds better.
when the morning finally comes.
when the lights go off at that specific time.
if my eyes are still opened.
it's only because of duty.
or it could be a preference to live more hours consciously
daddy came in
he just smoked.
more time spent dying
when i am awake i know i am alive
lots of deju vu these few days
the colour of the sky is changing
will i still smile when i see them
saturdays are weird days for me
a day of rest but i chose not to
these days must end soon
even winters have their springs
my hibernation ends soon
out of the shell
to be human again