Leap Year.

April 11, 2008

I wonder if I’m aware of the time right now, I wonder if I ever wanted to know what’s going on outside this room. I wonder and I wonder until I cannot wait any longer to drag my feet to the exit door and watch everything turns into perpetual cold objects. But I’m afraid that once I leave, these objects around me will reincarnate into an empty space, without memories to remind me of what and how I’ve been.

I’ve been thinking a lot, losing sleep, pausing dreams.

I realized that I just grow older to get tired of it. Dreaming is no longer an escape from the dull reality because the future itself seems like a scheme, just another blur scene. And tears has lost it’s own essense and integrity. Nothing is genuinely right anymore.

Correct me if I’m wrong.


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