I opened my eyes and the white ceiling dawn upon me as I reminisce about what happened last night.
I was totally a mess where no more dirty fingers can paint me anymore as I was really painted by the color that was totally given to me and left a mark that will woke me up upon the reality that I was owned that I must remember where I belong.
It keeps on hunting me..
The time when it came directly into my life where no blankets can no longer give me comfort.
Where no pillows can ever hold my tears again.
Where no tears can lessen the pain within me.
I was totally immune yet here I am suffering every day deeming every single night the memories of the past, facing the painful present and preparing for the cruel future ahead.
Only a fish can hope that I would somewhat be free one day but now I was free.
Free from everything, free and unopened, free and complete, free from stains, free from scars, free from the reminiscent of a mark.
....
I wish I was..
