Monday, May 31, 2010

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Sometimes

Sometime, I woke up in total darkness sweating, thinking like I sleeps through a whole years and missing everything and everyone and life just slip away. Sometime I fell asleep on the floor, on the carpet, with the headphone still attached on my head, and the same songs had repeated so many time it was like a part of the morning chirping of the birds, like the gust of wing that I oftenly heard but rarely felt, like the sound of the traffics and the world moving, spinning in distance and detached. Sometime there were like thousand missed call, most of the time there are none. Sometime, I woke up to the sound of the cattle all boiled up dry. Sometime I woke up to a bad dream, of old memories. Sometime, I was so thirsty I just goes straight to the fridge, and drink the whole bottle of the milk, straight from the bottle. Sometime, I woke up on the sofa with the tv showing nothing but blurry white noise. Sometime I woke up with my socks and my work pants on. Sometime I couldn't sleep at all, spent the whole night throwing peanut shell into the bin, from a great distance on my sofa, and making a complete mess. Sometime I dream about you, and dreaded that I didn't sleep through the whole dream and waken up in an empty lonely house.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Momento

I had written about no one else since.