Sleepless Summer Nights

Dear Self,
It’s past midnight now and like any other summer nights, I don’t know what you’re up to. You had just finished pouring yourself on that word docu and aren’t you supposed to be good by now. I mean, you had expressed everything that’s haunting you, don’t you? And why are you still awake? Why do you still keep scrolling in Social Media like your roaming around for nothing…nowhere? Aren’t you supposed to be sleep at this time? Gah. You still feel empty, aren’t you? That kind of emptiness that never been addressed by what? by whom? Tell me. Oh dear self, what have we become? After all the things we’ve been through, here we are, still alone pacifying each other. I know you’re tired. So am I? Sleep now my dear self. And tomorrow, let’s talk about what we’re up to.




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