6.26am

the dream was so painful i couldn't sleep again.

somewhat breathless. i turned off my fan. the right eye feels sore. i don't remember rubbing it. i touched it. watery remains. get away from the dream. is that why i'm sitting here on the chair, curtains down, not knowing what to do. hiding in daylight.

i've lost all sleep. where has it gone to, where did my baby go. at least i saw you there. you look beautiful. but not for me.

a piece of square trying to pass through a circle, or is it the other way round. i exist merely as the great clattering, the obstruction in between.

or did i secretly wake up to wait for your reply from last night.

almost an hour. dare i go back now.

there are no question marks because there will be no answers.


like an overused SketchIt pad, no amount of erasing can remove the last remaining image.