It is during this kind of time when I can barely close my eyes, only to be crying without any good reason. I don't know either I'm mad, missing you or just simply tired. I'm crying as I'm calling out your name only to get the emptiness and silence that looking. Waded up tissues surrounding me while I'm hugging my only self begging, somebody; someone; anyone ; anybody will eventually come and help me get out from this kind of feeling.
This is the time when I want your warm yet cold hug . The scent of you will make me feel safe as you sing me a lullaby as if I'm still a baby to you; but those kind of thing remains in my mind as a imagination. The blanket is the hug; the lavender scent come from the candle is the change of your scent;the sound of me crying as my heart tear apart bit by bit tragically is the lullaby.
I fall asleep in the dark that night and wake up in the dark the next morning with my all sorrow eyes.
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Sleep; sleepless
Short StorySometime we couldn't sleep. Sometime we decided to not sleep. Sometime the darkness swallowed us up. Sometime we want the special one to be by our side for us to sleep in peace. Sometime we were awaken by the nightmare that won't leave us alone Some...
