A Comma

Things I put myself through.

I surprise myself! 1AM, still not asleep. I’m suffering from something else, not insomnia. But I should go sleep. Goodnight world.

Great unexpectations, wandering worlds apart.
Falling through gallows, the big gap that distances
 
I turn on the tap, water goes wishy-washy.
Then, memories.

Moonlight flashes through the solitary window that
sits in its place oh-so-daintily, so quietly.

I blink again. Eyes now wide open and free
of particles that obstruct my opinions. I set thee free;

he walks past me. As if nothing happened.
I look at the pictures on the walls of the skyscraper.

Painfully, I wince with every step I took. It was pain
that was excruciatingly unbearable.

As a result of my past experiences.

Lightning strikes twice, I lose my hearing.
Thunders come after. No resonance.

I feel my world slipping away to oblivion
that horizon.

I feel your touch just pass by, missing me.
Wafts of your scented perfume entice me to your
haunted bedroom.

Gratefully, I thank thee for nights of
purely unbearable cognition.

Goodnight, world.

The dawn has broken, the day has just begun. Sun has just risen on the horizon, The First Day has just arrived.

The First Day, not very welcomed, but it felt all the more necessary to make its appearance. The First Day makes people wonder, and shiver with fear. Its entrance serves to make a impact upon the pending audience, those that wonder.

It won’t be long till The Second Day. But that can wait.

The First Day; he arrives. Yes, he. The mere mention of its name implies its masculine presence. He strides in with confidence, beating everyone to the gate.

I stand forth in outright trembling; for I am worried. I am scared of him. I look very afraid, but deep down inside, it is much more. To know the Yesterday has just passed, to know that “Two Oh Oh Seven” has lagged behind.

He is now before me, towering over my frail and decrepit frame.

What shall he say? He thinks for a while.

“Are you ready?”

I tremble, but reply with as much assurance as my courage could muster.

“Yes.”

“Put down your hands, I want to see them clean.”

“Alright.”

I dropped my baggage, and suddenly the chains that I felt hanging over me for the past years disappeared.

He listens closely to the sound of the clanging. Then he speaks again.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Okay.”

And I wait for the longest time ever.