Alone on the Another Side of Road

Chapter N

The bus moving in the rapid speed, could have been less than 100km per hour or high a bit than that. The passengers were asleep or on the phone. Just like I am, on the phone, writing random stories that got none of my friends reading them.

I had motion sickness, although I was listening to songs and wearing my acupuncture bracelet. I knew it was a scam on my body. It's not really helping, besides, having bppv at the same making my world somewhat evolving like the inception theme.

I knew, what I should have now not a what to be scam acupuncture bracelet over my wrist, but a pill of Betahistine, my anti-vertigo drug. Talking about drugs, honestly, it's been four months since I was off from my medication. Seriously manic all the time with almost zero depressive episodes.

Yet, when I am seeing the empty road, with nothing on, not even a slightest light, it's giving a scratch, melancholic, angst feeling. In the darkness, with my manic episodes, there's a lot of things can be happening.

Almost hallucinating, to be speaking. So many imaginations in my brain, they create a new story every time I listen to songs. How much I love modern western classical songs and film scores. Those epic imaginations of every film scenes, recreated or created by my very own plot and povs.

Funny thing, I was a silent human in my very own production. I tend to write sad stories with a whole recycled plots that we could find it everywhere. I am an imaginer, but I can't really imagine a brand new thing for my own masterpiece to be presented to my team.

Seeing the darkness of the other side of road, with no light, just like my brain after receiving a piece of paper with pen or pencil, after receiving a phone with data connection, I just stopped thinking and absolutely an useless human. My very authoring talent was gone, and my writer's block successfully took over myself.

It's still empty at 3:09 a.m.

Oh, 3:10 a.m.

A car has been seen. It was in immediate fast.

Guess, I was having sickness not really because of motion, by overloaded ideas. As I'm pouring them out here, I'm feeling a bit better.

I'm hungry.

Pitch black road, no lights, and hungry. If I was there, in this state, I ate grasses with couple of branches.

I want to sleep. Closing my eyes and I never wake up for Suhoor. Might as well not fasting.

I miss my cats.

My child.

So, what if in the darkness of them roads, there are cats, we just can't see them cause it's black? And suddenly a truck came over and...  BAM!

The best rip I would send to you, angels of God in tiny sizes.

I love you, don't die, baby.

Just like every places been dead due to darkness of life.

Darkness of no peak of sun.

I hope, I can see sun until I have been choosen to no longer able to witness it.

It's N.