4:54 AM, The lonely 5am nights.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Walked around hall 11, block 55 at close to 5am today.
Walked across the road: it was empty on either lane.
The morning dew is settling,
and I stood in the centre for a moment,
fully absorbing the defiance that could not be done at any other times of the day.
I then feared the sudden emergence of wild boars,
and how I had to run a zigzag manner like the stories said.
A black cat startled me, as I did it.
It only pains me to think about the separation that awaits us all.
These few months, weeks, days (minutes?) that are left.
When else can this gathering of amazing people meet together as a group in the future?
These thoughts flood my mind.
A taxi cab returning a party boy home disrupts my thoughts.
They are replaced with new ones:
Will I become like him one day?
Will my friends?
It pains my head, and I retreat to the solitude that is my desk.
Everything happens for a reason, I reminded myself.
What amount of destiny had it taken for me to get here; for us all?
Will we ever stop to think back of these moments?
About how we've dwindled them away?
Save me from drowning in the sea.
You were there for summer dreamin';
and you are a friend indeed.