6:04PM
The crickets sound from a neighbor's backyard. It reminded me of when I was fourteen. My life only started when I was fourteen. Everything before that: a blur. Everything after that: a whirlwind.

6: 05PM
I'm running out of time making a poem for a challenge I thought I could commit. I had doubts. This is not even a poem, this is trash in and of itself.

6:06PM
Catching up to time so that I could end this at 6:10PM as if its the most rewarding thing in the world. My eyes shift to the bottom right corner of my laptop: **** its 6:07PM

6:07PM
Why the **** am I racing against time. Its ******* 6:08PM now.

6:08PM
My aunt and her new maid is outside. The maid is the sister-in-law of a colleague of mine. She's the second time around after the first one ditched because they thought she's pregnant.

6:09PM
Okay, I'm pouring out more personal stuff in this website but the **** cares, I just want to write.

6:09PM
I thought its already 6:10PM. Ha, jokes on you time.

6:10PM
Finally reached the finished line, I don't even know if this is about a separation. But let me tell you about it in a short while. Through a poem, obviously since I can't do any literary form at the moment.

Hands flying
on letters she
has absolute command of
she can't even control
the warring emotions
circling in her chest.

For once she prayed,
for the past
of the longing she once felt
when she was fourteen
unaware of the where's
and the what-ifs

For most of her life
she always felt
grounded yet free
but all she ever wanted
now is to be

Detached from reality
she begs for mercy
"Grant my pleas,
give me peace
from this warring
emotions i cannot
seem to flee"

Sweet separation
bind yourself to me.