Closure (2)

She opened her eyes, but it stared blankly. A few seconds later, her mind cleared up and she blinked her eyes and shook her head several times, as if to shake off the nightmare she just had. 'Why did I see that scene again?', she said to herself. 'Why?', she said again. She could feel the tears, but her eyes were dry. She could feel her throat choked, but she breathed normally. She could feel her hands shaking, but it stood still. Although she was awake, but her mind seemed to held her captive in the scene of the nightmare.
There she was, sitting alone on her bedside in her bedroom. It was only twelve minutes past midnight, but she didn't want to go back to sleep. For if she did, the nightmare will come again... it will come again....

Closure (1)

Walking along the street, suddenly rain poured down on her. With no umbrella in hand, she ran while covering the top of her head with her hands. Suddenly, she stopped. She slowly take a look around her. The girls that, before the rain, walked alone just like here were now accompanied by men, out of nowhere, holding an umbrella for them. They then walk together, all smiles. Five minutes past, she realized that she was the only one alone. She frantically and desperately search for her savior, her man, but she found nothing. Nothing.

Kiss Me, Good Night

I love my night time. It's so peaceful, nothing can disturb me from enjoying the moment.
Further in the night, it gets quite. I can hear the little voice my heart says.
The night allows me to think, to reflect on things that has happened in my life.
The night also gives me time to feel the pain, to shed the tears I don't want a soul to see. I am human, I feel pain, I lose hope, but I don't want people to see me in a weak state of mind. Let the deepest corner of my heart stays in shadow from other people's view. I should be the one who knows myself better than anyone. And for that, I need my night.


Sometimes, I stay up way into the night, linger until morning is due to come. Wishing I could find a peace of mind, something I could never have although the sun shines so cheerfully atop my head.Wishing that if I do not surrender to my sleep, every pain will go away, every tears will dry out and every problem will be taken care of. Hoping that maybe if I stay awake, the sun will grant me more time and tomorrow ceased being only a day away. Yes, at times I do desperately try to hold on to the night. Because a new day can be frightening, not knowing what else I would have to face.

And then, although the night only speak the language of silence, I can hear its words of comfort, putting me at ease. Slowly drifts myself to sleep, in a soft voiceless lullaby.
-kiss me, good night-