THE KIWI WHO SOARED THE SKIES...

            How long has it been since I wrote something that should be concealed from everyone else? How long has it been since I tried to drown myself from everything else in this world with the use of a small gadget with its earphones plugged in my ears? I can't even remember properly. Oh, I forgot, I always tend to forget everything since that day.

            Right now, a series of mixed emotions are slowly flowing through my veins. I looked around but all I can see is darkness (well, the lights are turned off, no wonder). I was curled up like a ball in my bed, biting my hands as hard as I can just to calm myself. Yes, I'm insane right now. But would you be able to roll your eyes or laugh at me as you read that phrase if you're in the same shoe as me? Well, I know you won't be able to, or at least, I hope you won't be able to because if you'd be able to, you're just plain cold-hearted.

            I looked at my cellular phone, hoping that there would be a message to read (just to pass time). But who the hell would send a message during this time of the morning? It's just 3:37 A.M. Well, since it's futile to wait, I decided to turn my full attention to the music currently playing in Terzo.03 (he's my iPod Nano, 5^th Generation). "I'll escape reality for awhile," I said to myself. So the music dragged on with me paying none of my attention to anything else. And as it serenade my mind, my lips unconsciously followed every bit of its lyrics silently:

I'm gonna ride this plane out of your life again
I wish that I could stay, but you argued
More than this I wish, you could've seen my face
In backseats staring out, the window

I'll do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back
In a phrase to cut these lips
I love you

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

I've earned through hope and faith
On the curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever
If morning never comes for either one of us
Then this I pray to you wherever

I'll do anything for you
This story is for you
('Cause I'd do anything you want me to for you)
I'll do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I won't be coming back
In a phrase to cut these lips
I loved you

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
'Til you decide to wake up

            My consciousness continued to slip away, so I'm not quite sure how many times my lips followed the said song. As I opened my eyes, I saw a gentle light from my window. "So, it's morning again, huh?" I said to myself. I thought that even though every night seems to be hellish, I have always been given the chance to witness another day of life (even though for me, it really seems irrelevant to continue living now, seriously). I straightened my back and prayed to the one who gave me this precious gift (yes, I think it's still precious despite how much irrelevant I think it is for me).