Wake up! Wake up!

What more can I say.

12 hours of sleep did me some good.

Left me lying on my bed. Thinking.

I might be tired. Might be exhausted.

It's hard to say ...

Or rather. Been living in dreams.

In fact. Maybe I dread to wake up.

As I know with my eyelids ajar.

My fantasies would instantly

melt away...

All I see. A messy workdesk.

A disordered heart.

A red shirt with a faint of him

of which I cling onto. Every night.

I know he will not be there.

Neither shall he be the day after.

I can hear my inner self calling.

Get a grip girl!!

I am losing it. Losing all senses.

Not knowing who I am. Was.

Had been. Or will be.

When will I wake up?

When ......?