What : Wave of Goodbyes
When : 4.06 am
Dear Sea of Hurt,
My head is confusingly spinning a haunted-web and it hurts me deep. Uncontrollably.
Whatever nameless pain flowing slowly are starting to move real slow-mo than ever. I feel so stuck, ackwardly stucked on the edge of this so-called life.
The more I tried to calculate, to understand the things around me, the more mathematically insane I get myself into.
Is this what Mr February have installed for me?
Shortlived happiness and unfulfilled peace? Is that all? Where’s death? Why death not included yet? How long more should I hang onto these invisible-enemies?
Oh please life, stop hissing! I’d rather u freeze my twenty-eight years of breathing and it than hearing me screaming, “Oh my God, no!”
STOP HISSING!
