It's 12.39am and I'm tired and I have work in the morning, but I don't wanna sleep. Outside my window hundreds of cars are zipping back and forth in the Federal Highway. I see skyscrapers in the distance, their lights still turned on. There's another life happening right this very minute while everyone else is sleeping. I want to reach out and touch it, let myself get sucked into that other world.
But it's 12.43am and I'm still here typing/rambling away, with nothing but cold Kenny Rogers leftovers, a glass of Coke and hot instant cup noodles to keep me company, The Killers blaring in the background. I'm tired and vaguely annoyed but not sure at what and that's annoying me even more.
12.46am. It's almost like I'm waiting/expecting/hoping something to change, but all that's happening are my fingers tapping away on elegantly-designed Vaio keyboards and Brandon Flowers screaming away. I'm getting more and more annoyed, and I don't know why.
"I don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged, I don't wanna be damned, oh hell"
It is 12.50am. I'm still in the same exact position I was 11 minutes ago. Everything's the same, and nothing's changed.
Shit.
1 comments:
Nope, not too whiny at all. quite elegantly written actually, but maybe that's just biased because i like your style of writing (and your fine self too, of course). ^-^
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