December 2009
3 posts
The dream
I’m back in Malaysia. Back home. Back to my old room. The same bed sheet, the same pillows. They all never changed. Instead, I’ve changed since the last time I was home.
I had a strange dream last night. We were all in a war, between each other. Some of us were with the Japanese, Americans and a few maintained their loyalty(with malaysia). And there was Lucifer, possessing one of the...
Nothingness
No idea.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
No idea.
Shit. Please. Take me there.
To that place.
where I can be who I want to be.
Do what I want to do.
and get what I want.
But who am I?
Where am I going?
What I’m looking for?
NO IDEA..
Why can’t I lift a finger?
When all I wanted to do is to run.
Why can’t I speak,
when all I wanted to do is scream.
Why can’t I move,
when all I wanted to do is breath.
The air feels thick.
The silence is deafening.
The white light brightens the room,
but darkness is all I see.
*sigh.
It’s getting back to me. The one thing that has left me for months. It’s...