On a night like this, the night I throw my anger to the never-ending music I stored on my playlist. The breath becomes much heavier in one — two inhales than the other night. I could feel the air pumping through my lungs, heading to my brain. I think it’s enough. It’s warm enough for me to take a break and get rid of these ‘True Wireless Stereo’ I have put in my ears since I returned to a place like this. Let me get up for a sec and turn off this damn light, it hurts my eyes so bad. I pulled my body close to the wall, and the blanket I pulled to my head. Here come, a night began.
Then the sun was about to rise. I accidentally broke my only cup for me to drink. It was something trivial, but I cried my lungs out. I wish to get up properly to get the bag I hang above me. It shouldn’t be something difficult, but I couldn’t feel my feet touching my bed’s side. I couldn’t even move my hand to grab the cup as I had just lost all sense of my body. My swallowed eyes were intentionally looking for something to bring me up again. Yet, the air around me was already filled with poison. I stood, and I tied my shoes. I put my phone in the left pocket of my jacket. I leave all my sorrow under my blanket, shrouded in poison gas. Here come again, one day began.
kamar kosan
