4 am...
The clock ticks overcome the silence of this night.
It's cold, but my hands and legs are numb that I don't feel cold anymore.
I've been sitting here for 2 hours. Why? Waiting for a new destiny. How did I get here? That's more of the story, why am I saying this to you? I don't know! Maybe it's the trust I have to whoever I see, or don't. Or it's this cold weather, that it's darkness is only broken by this lamppost I set under.
Maybe this uncomfortable wooden bench that makes me feel that I need to tell you what I need to say. Or the smell of the -hopefully - non ending fresh air around this area. I knew it! Its the fact of your non existence.. And that you're only in my head knowing everything I don't want you to know.
4.03 and nothing changed, 3 minuits creating you and all I need is other 7 mins to destroy you, to tell you the story of why I am here, now, at this exact moment and exact spot beside my traveling bag. 4.04 time is ticking .. 6 mins left to created another you.. Don't ever ask what you can say at the end because...
"What are you doing here in such cold?" Came a manly voice from behind
"excuse me?" I replied without looking at his face, we need him to leave right now cause time is ticking and I want to start my story or else you'll be stuck with my future and we might have the commitment of an imaginary friend
"I'm Sorry I was wondering why are you staying in the cold" he said approaching the bench and sitting on the other side.
I didn't reply, kept looking at the ground hoping he would leave.
"You know I've never been outside this late, or early according to your biological clock, but its really odd finding someone in here, right this hour.. i can see your legs shaking you can borrow my jacket" I glinsed at my legs, the are shaking indeed "guess i didnt feel that, i was numb" i said out loud raising my eyes to look at him,
and I saw nothing.
The clock ticks overcome the silence of this night.
It's cold, but my hands and legs are numb that I don't feel cold anymore.
I've been sitting here for 2 hours. Why? Waiting for a new destiny. How did I get here? That's more of the story, why am I saying this to you? I don't know! Maybe it's the trust I have to whoever I see, or don't. Or it's this cold weather, that it's darkness is only broken by this lamppost I set under.
Maybe this uncomfortable wooden bench that makes me feel that I need to tell you what I need to say. Or the smell of the -hopefully - non ending fresh air around this area. I knew it! Its the fact of your non existence.. And that you're only in my head knowing everything I don't want you to know.
4.03 and nothing changed, 3 minuits creating you and all I need is other 7 mins to destroy you, to tell you the story of why I am here, now, at this exact moment and exact spot beside my traveling bag. 4.04 time is ticking .. 6 mins left to created another you.. Don't ever ask what you can say at the end because...
"What are you doing here in such cold?" Came a manly voice from behind
"excuse me?" I replied without looking at his face, we need him to leave right now cause time is ticking and I want to start my story or else you'll be stuck with my future and we might have the commitment of an imaginary friend
"I'm Sorry I was wondering why are you staying in the cold" he said approaching the bench and sitting on the other side.
I didn't reply, kept looking at the ground hoping he would leave.
"You know I've never been outside this late, or early according to your biological clock, but its really odd finding someone in here, right this hour.. i can see your legs shaking you can borrow my jacket" I glinsed at my legs, the are shaking indeed "guess i didnt feel that, i was numb" i said out loud raising my eyes to look at him,
and I saw nothing.
