Woke up by almost 10 pm,
Feeling so confused with lots of questions popped in my mind.
I was so lost I didn't realise it was night.
Then the crickets' sounds reminded me that it's already dark.
I swam across a deep dark ocean in my dream, but I remember nothing.
I bite my nails to see if I'm still in my sleep or it's the scene in real life I'd never be able to neglect.
I guess I miss traveling just too much that my mind exaggerated when I slept
then left me a blank space as I think I'm having a jet lag.
Jet lag from what?
From excuses that I made perhaps
From the surreal experiences that's too sudden
From the short days that lasts forever in memory
I went back and forth to see that I only got nothing from being this restless
Then I ask myself, it's probably me who is sick after all, who is incapable of handling things, whose wall is too thin and fragile
For sure it's me
For I project things to another soul
For I push a soul that's already burdened
For I am addicted to pills that would never be found in the drugstore