Awake and Alone

July 8th was full of anxiety and anger and anguish. I was awake, the only one in this world.

Everybody around me smiles as if nothing has happened. Everybody around me takes this day as another ordinary peaceful sunday. Those in this house have forgot about it; they thought it's trivial and negligible, as they had always thought. Those on msn were, either faking or else, also forgot about it; the lonelies have found the docking deck, and the spectators have left for their own business. Everyone else in this world has slept into a graceful dream, and I am the only one awake and continuing putting together my own shattered heart.

No my tears have never breached my eyelids, because I have given my best effort to stop it. But the ignorance from them were too lethal. The carelessness, the abruptness, they added up so quickly, my mind stopped working. I tried to stop the shadow, and I tried to convince myself that I can soon be in sleep like everybody else. However, it didn't happen. No one in the house tried to understand what has happened, and to at least leave me a peace of mind. And I don't feel like bothering anyone from their deep sleep on msn.

I'd rather keep my sadness inside so that everyone else can be happy.

However, your care has come in a timely fashion. Your simple msn message today told me with certainty that you are there now. Because of you, I know that someone is calling me to sleep, and someone would be there weaving a dream with me. It's you who fed me with strength, and I'm not worried anymore about how long I have to wait, and how long we can stay in the dream, because i know soon I wont be awake and alone anymore.

Peach, thank you for being there.