When : 3.33 pm
Where : Here
Oh hi,
For the past weeks, I’ve been sleeping at 6 or 7 am and wake up at 8, 9 or 10 in the morning. Somedays, I could even walk around for two or three days without the help of sleeping. Yes, not even a single wink.
I’ve popped few diazepam, but they won’t work much on me still. Yeah, placing my everything on placebo-effect does made me dizzy and spinning for a bit. But violent minutes later, they would left me, my heart, all insecured, on a super-fast rollercoaster, without strapping any safety belt.
Next I could see death passing, floating, waving at me, the whole night till funshine ends it’s daily routine.
Though doctors have been prescribing me this and that, blue and white, I am still way too stubborn to pop them on time. The only time I would pop them is when I don’t think of love, love and love.
When I have a need to look up on one literally as well as metaphorically, my heart would screamed, “I don’t see why u should get drunk, high and bright by popping these when all u need is some-scuds and love”
Oh well, maybe I should just heed Roger’s advice, “Down them every morning and down them every night, on time. If fluoxetine doesn’t match u anymore, I’ll give u a bed, friends and some fuel that could make u fly up, up and away”
Oh Roger, the money u earn is yours, so go on, do whatever u like. Do whatever u like, as long as u could make this half-angel-half-disaster sing “Sullen Girl” to herself, all the way to an ideal hell, the therapy’s ward again.
Who : Fiona Apple
What : Sullen Girl
Days like this, I don’t know what to do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl — sullen girl
They don’t know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me
And there’s too much going on
But it’s calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
may we all be blessed with good sleep, to do the things that we need to, to get to where we like to, to see the dreams we hold dear closer to reality. here’s to the night.. to dream easily that which we cannot during the day. unblue to me unblue to you but blue to the sky and the ocean.
they be our witnesses to our toil and to the fruits of our labour, so rest now and rest well for there are many dreams that await. metta.
Smt : Thanks. Despite all the lack of time and understandings, I hope we are closer still.
Ps: He is so looking forward to know us.