There are alot of things that could be found aggravating for others. For instance, an alarm blaring all throughout your room as its voice resonates in your head. Dawn hasn't awoken and your room is still covered in darkness. Mind disoriented; even lifting up a finger is like attempting to push a boulder with nothing but your pinky. Disregarding its infuriating screams, you allow it to reverberate in your room as your own head taunts you with its unceasing reviles.
Hell, the alarm did nothing but shut out the silence that has been lingering for hours. Not getting a wink of sleep; relentless tears flowing until you eventually feel too numb to produce any more. As time passes, it feels as if everything is beginning to decay. Is it actually? The dim lighting only adds to the unwavering melancholic atmosphere. So what if there are many fishes in the sea? It's not like memories exist within each one of them. There will always be few, or even one special one. Replacement isn't enough to resolve everything. Time itself seems to be gnawing on my own silent agony and cries for help that never escaped my lips.
Within a split second, everything began to deteriorate. I could never catch up since time appears to be selfish. Beads of tears flowing simultaneously, I acknowledge that mourning so much cannot ameliorate anything. But emotions huh? Feeling is different from knowing. You are human, but that doesn't necessarily mean you have to feel like one. Especially if your humanity depended on another and that other has fleeted.
