It has always been monday.

The night stretched itself into a blurry ball of noise, they pretend to be absent from each other's existence because it's too crowded in here. He pretends not to go, I pretend not to know. Girls like she never admit to all the things she already know, what she has to do, what she'll never do. And she shan't! I don't know who she is anymore, she never knew I was her core.

Last night I was so exhausted, a box of pushing pins fell onto the wooden floor and it scattered everywhere. After picking up all my thoughts, I realize things are never ever what you expected. Like the shadows of the dim-en day, inside my room, they say that all things are an illusion just like the moon, and I live in the night always.


There was a funeral in the movie and it reminded me of the dream I had the night before that day that my father will be dying. I almost forgot why I woke up with such tantrum.