I woke up at 0630HRS today.
Local time.
As I was still lying in bed.
I opened my eyes.
Blur.
I couldn't think of nothing.
Just staring long enough at the ceiling.
Watching the ceiling fan rotating over and over.
Pointless.
That act reflected myself.
As if life is pointless.
No purpose.
I once had a purpose; a very strong one.
When I planned each and everything to do in the morning.
And most importantly, make it done by the day ends.
But not today.
It seems like nothing is to be accomplished.
Nothing to be thought of. As if life is pointless.
I miss those days when I made myself better and better each day.
I miss those days when I did the best; at least I thought it was.
I miss those days when the sky wasn't as cloudy as it is now.
Cloudy. Gloomy. A depressing weather.
Those dark grey clouds seems like taking forever to pass.
Where has the sun gone to? Where are you hiding?
What are you hiding from?
It's failing. One by one.
Each step forward I take, there's always something pushing me back.
I need that purpose back.
This time, a purpose to stand back again.
I need that purpose back.
I need a purpose back.
I just need some purpose.
Hoo-raa.

