taking too much time of forcing myself to be sincere. i did.
filling up too much of joy in my daily dose. vice versa.
spending the same wee hours of the plain cycle of mine. tired.
what other prescription should i medicate myself?

i've never talked that much this morning. i did.
something triggered and cause adrenaline rush in me minutes before i step out of my room. i kept.
the journey back home felt like forever. i wish.
am i bouncing off the track?

on a lighter note, it's the same thing all over again next two fridays.
it's the same momentum that i had put with much effort and powerful force before.
and yet, it only shows too little improvement. very unexpected.
till when can i experience the extra highlight of neon colours?

it was since 1995 that i ruled my mind suggesting my own regulations.
cabinet approved and it was me to decide.
compromise with the mix feelings and emotions, i was yet to bloom.
but i kept on witch-hunting.

there was a payoff at the end.
but as normal as i have to go on, i accepted that paycheck.
moving on is to hold on.
and i must.


p.s: badai pasti berlalu..