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"Snowflakes"

by reyn-moico

The Sun rises, it's a new day. But nothing's new. Different date but same atmosphere. I had to wake up, not because the cock started to crow or the clock started to rang— never set an alarm either... But because of morning sunlight entering the room hits my eye, and I had to get up to close the curtain and to continue to sleep again; which I started for about an hour ago. I get out of bed at 2:00pm. Having a sip of coffee nor a slice of bread and cheese is out of my thought. Who would have had a breakfast at afternoon anyway? I already misses lunch. Because I'm dead asleep when my brother came into my room and tried to wake me for food. All of them have already eaten, and the dishes are waiting for me. Am I hungry? Perhaps... Maybe I'm too lazy to prepare my own food, or maybe I'm too exhausted... Too exhausted to live. Nothing excites me anymore. It felt like I'm a dead soul inside a living flesh. I do often ask myself, why do these things happen? Why do I continue living this sort? Why am I still breathing? Why I always fail to end it in my own hand for many times for which I cannot comprehend? Is this the wrath they are saying? And the Gods and Goddesses wants me to suffer for all the impieties I have made. Maybe I was lucky. A lucky bastard indeed. Too lucky to live, too unfortunate to have this shit. Else I was just exaggerating words out of things. Yeah, I'm not the only one who's in this boat. Others suffer in their boot. Tomorrow's another day, but surely it's not new to me. Life's a wonderful adversary in a tough battle. And I will surely lose— no one have ever won anyway. Maybe successful. But they all had their tombs. It's a tough battle in which nobody wins. But I will never let my guard down. Death is not for me at this time. But will surely come to me. No... It will come for us. They're just hiding in silence waiting for the right time to bite.
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Jan 29, 2017
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