i want to sleep, no. i need to sleep. but yet i cannot. i cannot dream if this 'nightmarish' reality does not pass from me. i cannot shut my eyes nor ears nor mind, let alone dream of fluffy cotton-like dreams.

i long for the bed, no. i pine for the bed. but yet i cannot. i cannot lay my heavy head down until i return to my room. i cannot leave nor walk from where i am because strangely, something is tying me down.

ah yes, the knife is here. it has cut me loose.

and off i fly to my bed-portal into the world of cotton fluffs and candy canes.

perhaps one of the saddest text i've ever read

"He rushed beyond the barrier and called to her to follow. He was shouted at to go on but he still called to her. She set her white face to him, passive, like a helpless animal. Her eyes gave him no sign of love or farewell or recognition."

(Eveline by James Joyce)

ah yes, so I'm finally posting something here after a pretty long hiatus. As of date, I've finished all my sociology essays/assignments and am currently working on my lit and writing essay/assignment. Okay, enough of that bull-crap. (Honestly, who cares about what I've been busy with. You?)

-urgh.

I just want you to know I'm here for you.

mm, it's that simple I guess...