.:. Authenticity of the problem .:.
The light went off,
as I forced myself into slumber.
I still dunnoe what made it such,
but it I gladly accepted.
My brain runs circles around me,
colors never seemed so blur.
Made up my mind to move on,
only to carry a lighter baggage.
As I set my eyes upon,
all was lost.
I couldn't help myself,
but to go with the flow.
Linked individuals in the crowd,
caffeine in the already pumped blood.
We were doing it again,
yet what went wrong this time.
I tried my best to hide it,
like what I've done till now.
The same question haunts me again,
was it correct to start it like that.
How did things get so complicated,
clueless as the solution is to me.
While it can be a heartache,
it is a heartthrob too.
Why can't I punch and kick my way out of a problem like in the movies, and then be in happy ending. Is it because I am not as "shuai" as the male lead?
Revealed on [5:04 AM]
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