1: 20 am 

in a room of four walls,

in a room of scattered papers,

in a room stuffed with stress,

in a room stink of depress,

in a room with spilled tears,

in a room clouded with thoughts,

in a room where i can’t sleep .

The eyes cave in to the darkness but the mind won’t let me go. Fear isn’t tasteless. Worry isn’t colourless. Thoughts aren’t transparent.

Some questions are safer not asking. #1. Knowing the answer could kill you inside. #2. Actions in the end may not turn out to be like the answer given. #3. The heart’s too vulnerable to accept it is what it is. 

Attempt 06 : close those tired eyes and sleep. 



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