After being in the sky for the last long 9 hrs and those times that were consumed for its preparations, it is just quite ridiculous for anyone to refuse a long, good night sleep. I am really exhausted yet I am doing my best in turning down the idea of going to bed for I would just be reminded of my family and the fvcking distance that separates me from them.
The moment I unlocked the key to our bedroom, I just immediately dissolved in tears. Obviously, these emotions were too sick of being repressed and so like a balloon over-filled with Helium, I, too, burst out in a similar manner.
Our room stayed the way it was 21 days ago. Traces of rushed preparations could still be seen thou the warmth of having a company no longer exist. It only took seconds until i was totally overwhelmed by my new condition.
I lie in my bed, all cold and all alone. I always knew that separation from your loved-ones would be tough but I never imagined things to hurt this way, to be this hard. And now, as I seek refuge from pouring my heart out here in blogspot, silence seems to be excruciatingly piercing me as ever. Strange but I cant dismiss the truth that I miss my parents’s constant nagging and the noisy chatter from the television show my brother is addicted of.
My eyes is now blood-shot from weeping in the hope that the act itself would somehow ease every feeling that’s weighing me down and every thought that’s troubling me. Now that I have to learn how to live by just my own, in the land which sadly, seems to be so foreign and aloof, I need every source of courage that I could get.
