It’s already past midnight. I look blankly at my screen trying to wake up from my state. I feel tired yet happy and exited. Don’t know why. Maybe because tomorrow [which practically means today] I have my math exam. I look outside. The street is empty. I don’t know what I’m searching for. I just know that it’s missing. I slowly close my eyes and sit my head on the keyboard. I try to remember what is “it” that I’m searching for. A book. A key. A pencil. Or just a simple note. I don’t know. I just know it’s important.
It’s already 00:30. I feel my eyelids hard as I try to look for “it”. ‘Fucking shit. What the hell are “you”?’ I asked myself annoyed. I search again and again. But I still can’t manage to remember.
2 hours pass by and I still didn’t manage to find “you”.
I wake up in the morning. It’s 6 am. I start looking for “you” again. I open my computer and read some comments on R.A.F. That fucking word. Fucking 3 letters. I open my browser and search for that. The first photo. I click on it. “Found you” that’s my first thought when I look at the photo.
Fuck that perfect ***XD
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