As I lie on my bed, my eyes dart to the ceiling. The ambiance was a mixture of the cold breeze from the air conditioner and the warmth of the darkness; having only a faint green light from the router as it kept on blinking. I roam my eyes and observe the shadow of the guitar as it hangs on the wall. My senses felt in rhythm as the ticking of the clock echoed. In my mind was only one question, why did we not try? Are we that cold enough not to feel any sign of love expressing? Are we too blind to journey in the dark with a dying flashlight? Are we scared of those harmless shadows that watch us? Or are we scared to be a little late as we feel the time being wasted? Please tell me why, why did we not try?
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
As I lie on my bed, my eyes dart to the ceiling. The ambiance was a mixture of the cold breeze from the air conditioner and the warmth of the darkness; having only a faint green light from the router as it kept on blinking. I roam my eyes and observe the shadow of the guitar as it hangs on the wall. My senses felt in rhythm as the ticking of the clock echoed. In my mind was only one question, why did we not try? Are we that cold enough not to feel any sign of love expressing? Are we too blind to journey in the dark with a dying flashlight? Are we scared of those harmless shadows that watch us? Or are we scared to be a little late as we feel the time being wasted? Please tell me why, why did we not try?
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