It is quiet outside
But the music is playing
Calm and chill, the beats go on
I was going to write how good it would feel to have someone around and lay next to you in bed.
But I refuse to feel lonely.
So I shall keep on writing.
This is what I do before I go to bed.
Let my mind drift me away from my own reality
Or to simply enjoy the night wind breeze.
Now I have grown speechless
Have nothing roam in mind.
Should I indulge myself bringing my ex into mind?
But why?
Don't I know that he doesn't belong to me?
Didn't I think I have moved on?
Ah, maybe because tomorrow is the day I attempt to quit smoking.
And he told me to do that a while ago.
Actually he motivated me to do more now.
He once told me how he wished me to look better.
If I aspire to do so, would that make me ... uh.. abiding to his demands?
"to look better"
Fine.
Let me do that.
Make my skin glow.
To slim down my body.
And get myself another shallow boyfriend.
I chuckled a bit to the last sentence.
