Maybe we’re trying too hard,
Maybe we’re torn apart
Maybe the timing is beating our hearts
We’re empty
The Click Five – Empty
I grow weary of this life. I have drained every ounce of my will to start making sense of what I wanted to be this morning, today and tomorrow. It’s not a good sign, at least for me that it will be a good day. Who am I kidding, I felt like this on my 125th birthday, when I realized that I had another 125 years to look forward too and I don’t even know if the world will look the same and if I can see myself fit into that era.
All I can do the first time I woke up was trying to figure out the strange noise I heard, even before I open my eyes. Then I realized that I left the TV on, again for the million time. Ah, I’m not home. I don’t have TV in bedroom. As my hands moves on the sheet, searching for the remote, I open my eye. Yes, I have become like one of the lazy bums who refuse to get up early on Sunday morning and trying to make sense what was playing on at such early hours. Then I just flick to the music channel because I like to hear a good wake up song to peel me of from the bed and into the shower.
And again I noticed that I slept just by covering my body with the quilt instead of actually being inside the cover. The house keeping will have a breeze making up my room afterwards. Did I forget to mention that I’m out station again, under the guise of my current persona…being a surveyor. I know it doesn’t make any sense right now, but believe me, this is one of those thing I do to keep my sanity intact. I will divulge that information soon….I promise. Right now I need to jump in the shower and get ready for work…if I can drag my body out of bed.
P/s: I work on Sunday because I have to, not because I wanted to. Plus I have just missed another great concert last night with a friend. Such life…….sigh.
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