Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wide awake
3am.
Having slept at 4am for four consecutive days, I had been beat in the morning when I went for my marketing project meeting. Two cans of Nescafé cannot pull me out of my drowsiness and set my brain to work. Well, not as well as usual at least.
Now, at 3am, I am positive that my body would thank me if I can put work aside and repay the debts that I have to my sleep. My heart would be thankful if I could forget the memory that confronted me in the MRT today.
The memory. The features of it imprint clearly in my mind. Every cell within me awoke the moment the figure stepped into my line of view, in the MRT train. The strangest thing was, minutes ago, I was just sharing my recent lost ‘fortune’ with my marketing group mate who is going through similar experience that I had with this figure.
The familiarity of this figure set my heart to race, my eyes to blur, and my legs to escape from this iniquity presence. A voice told me to stay put. What wrong did I commit to justify for my urge for immediate escape? I yield to my legs. After all, this wicked figure or even the symbolization of it, had been what I been avoiding.
Confronted by the memory that I am not ready to face, a lowly exit is the only action I was capable of to protect myself from the withered feeling that the presence could induce.
Thank you Shar, for your understanding, and for accompany me while I seek shelter in distance. As the train rushed off, I held back the surge of sorrows and self-pity, and re-buried the memory that the iniquity presence unearthed.
3am. Still wide awake. Emotions unmoved by the snippets of memory that I had knowingly uncovered. Good job. Now cells, go to sleep please.
SpilLeD by b|uE at 2:41:00 am
