11:04 PM

it's 11:04 PM 
i'm trying to pour my should into a piece of paper
but i'm stuck 
i don't know whether the darkest of night
scared away the tiny bit last of hope
or what? 
this morning, i was fine
everything seem okay but as i expected
the night become by biggest enemy
no longer i can take refuge in the fluffy, 
warm that by bed could provide
all i want to do is go out
bare foot and howling side by side
with the all the wolf that scratching me inside

you know there is a solid looking kind of rope
dangling at the edge of my cliff
jumping obviously not an option 
but climbing down seem make more sense
but i don't have the strength to hold the weight of my heart


it's 11:09 PM
my task is far from finish 
i'm scared 
why? 
because of the rejection i say
i procrastinate because i like to have something going on
once, someone said it doesn't make any sense
yes, i'm completely agree
but do you know how if feels?
the agony of being absent from life
when time couldn't care less about you 
that life outside is still going with their own motion 
do they really care?
what am i doing here? 
i don't know
it's a dead end
i have no idea where to go 

it's 11:12 PM 
they say don't worry about the result
everything is about the journey 
don't look it as a glass half full
not half empty
let me inform you
the water is no longer there
i became too thirsty to wait 
question mark seems to be splattered everywhere
waking up in the morning is something you want to avoid
and going to bed at night is a battle
i wish i have switch button just to have a peace slumber
even sleeping is no longer an escape
they hunt me down to my dreams

get off me
i need some space
i just want to sleep in peace
is that to much to ask? 

it's 11:16 PM
good night