Overdrive.


1:14AM. Almost wide awake again and this time, it’s different. Sometimes when you feel so tiny and you just want a warm fuzzy to cover and bury you and let you stay in its safe haven. Protected from the eyes of the world. When I started out 2016, I made a promise to myself. To not use words unwisely and uncarefully. So far, it’s been nagging at the back of my mind almost everytime after spouting a whole lot of bullshit about another. Karma’s gonna get you, bitch. You hypocrite. What a liar. Are you even trying? Or trying to fit in? Hah.

And so, it’s that time of the night again. When it’s dead silent and all you hear is your mind working away. Keeping you awake to feel sentimental, vulnerable, lost and confused. Make you ponder and realise how deeply lacking you are.


Lingering feelings

Lingering traces

What it means to hold on

What it means to let go

When is it time 

to close the curtain

on this game 

we call Life.

xx

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Overdrive.

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