a tap on the window.

i am so tired for feeling this way. this empty feeling saved by that super huge gap in my heart that calls for some serious stitching to do has been hanging around like a bad pimple on the face. entirely help-less i become now even with the surrounds and supports given from caring souls, a rendering free-tool so that i could get my happy toes back crossing yet another life's own bitter-sweet turmoil, so that i could bravely walk the lines of memory lanes guilt-free in carefree form. an easy breeze dancing to the tunes of a fine blue-sky morning all day long. i am hanging on to the thoughts now. it is better than randomly evoking candid suicide thoughts like strangling my neck to sleep while listening to Jason Castro's serenading his happy voice on my MP3. anything to get a good night sleep without waking up to cold sweats and numb feet, silently crying for a make-shift bridge to cover this great gap crawling all over me.
i need a good night sleep for once as this huge circle is making fun and mocking my panda eyes now. but it all started weeks back then..the hay-wiring of my faltered moods started out early as that period of finals took place. the swings started with the Greek Gods. but it is not them to blame.
such weakness now, to place my life in a secondary position while everything and everyone else wins the primary trophy. a month will come and months to come these hollowness will i stitch it bit by bit now. my crankiness i have to quickly wipe it before wallow comes to taint this shredded heart. you piss me off. see me re-collecting and gathering my hyper-energy back now. so when the morrow comes, you will be another walk on memory lane, another speck of dust aimless-ly floating towards my direction. *flicks away* goodbye. for i see it approaching fast.
welcome back familiar curves, you come just right on time. painkillers, i love yous.