It was 2:14 AM and I woke with a start and immediately felt lost.
The room suddenly looked different to me. The faint light cast different shadows on my walls. Something was wrong but I have no idea what it was. My mind was hovering above something I can't comprehend. Maybe I wasn't accustomed to waking up this early. My senses felt amplified. I decided to look outside my window while trying to ransack my head for that hollowed spot I woke up with.
And then it hit me.
It was how alone I felt. That at that hour, even if I live in a city crammed with people running on the same direction of inevitable oblivion, I felt lonely. I got nobody. It was weird waking up feeling astray. I felt like taking away the building where I live and see myself suspended mid-air along with everybody who dwell in it. All of them sleeping soundlessly, tucked on their dreams and nightmares, clouded with the feeling of belonging somewhere.
As I stare at the flickering lights of lamp posts, I realized that maybe when the darkest part of the night kisses the city, gloom befalls those who aren't dreaming.
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