It's like I'm drowning in a pool of mud: hopeless and stinks.
t starts again. The moment when everything comes and goes by so fast. As fast as a train that passes before my eyes. Yet I see everything around me stay still. And the clock needles aren’t spinning fast and blurring. It’s simply just ticking.
I don’t need to look outside the window to know that the Rainy Night is glaring at me. And the next morning, the Rising Sun will smile helplessly at me. Maybe. For I unable to save myself from the Time who is harshly pulling me on my lash. As harsh as a gush of strong wind that blows the umbrella off of my hands. Brings me away from any sanctuary left.
In between the sound of raindrops splashing on the ground, I plea for help.
With knowing that I can’t be saved, I plea for help.
With tearless cry, I plea for help.
Please.
I don’t want to leave.
Please.
I want to stay here.
Please.
Help me.
I’m a bundle of mess today. The pieces of my brain are scattered everywhere.
The holiday shouldn’t end so soon.
Sigh.
I will cry over this under the shower before I go to bed.
Good night.