I hadn't sleep like this for almost a lifetime, and it's been a week since I have been sleeping early. Dreams are becoming more vivid everyday; and it was a consolation for all the things I've lost. Waking up is even harder; dreams are taking over even in the waking hour. My tongue started to feel strange as I trace them with my fingers and tasted all the alphabets flowing around my mouth. They're just too many words I wanted to say, too many words I wanted to tell someone. It felt so bizarre that my mouth flows with so many words that I could taste every adjective to describe a feeling. A feeling that when I started to spit out, starts to burn my tongue.
My head started to hum, a message perhaps. Hum, hum, it says; my head tells me to reach for my shoes and walk on the street. There is nothing else to do on the street this day as I pack my bag and wore my sunglasses. I am more than aware to the fact that the pavement is more, or less the only thing that's holding me. Maybe I should ju