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.