Desperately, I search for the oasis in the deserted desert. Unfortunately, I am doomed to be mummified without the any mercy of the droplet of dawn.
Things have changed rapidly in the last couple weeks, in NI, at school, home. The desperation for contact is often being suppressed by my laziness and the lack of motivation. Many times I have tried, to live more actively for myself, to forget what you have lost, and to pursue the things that enlighten me in the labyrinth. Nevertheless, as everyone can expect, I failed it again and again, and again. The failure and the frustration kept me from leaving my room, also kept me from the sunshine which I need to generate Vit D to alleviate my melancholia. Like a vampire, my room became my coffin where I, alone, shall rest in peace. Though, there is an appreciation for the opportunity to secure a job here, and work with the people who really taking care of me, still, the solitary shadow under the moon light has gave up to make any extra effort to breathe the cool air in Durham.
Silence took over the car. I put on my earphone trying to quarantine myself, so I can unveil the wound and reach the deepest part of my suppurated heart. "How have you been? Sorry I was too busy to talk with you." A familiar laughter, a shadow, a illusion I saw, yet I fully realized that it is just its fantasy, the throes of dying of my poor soul. However I was satisfied, because I can still dream of it. It's a revelation of salvation, no matter how unrealistic it is.
"Will I see you again?"
