This is a auto-biographical account, to which I describe how I feel this morning. |
Ah! the night was quite warm.I felt the coldness of fear driving down my spine.Fear for the darkness! That spread its shadow of gruesome light that wounds my sleep.So, "Did I sleep?" I ask myself, "Did I dream that I was sleeping?" Yet! Still awake knowing that I was dreaming of sleep. I do not know! I'm quite confused as I woke up this morning to find it lit with the rays from the sun, yet! I felt the night still prowling in the corner of the light that came from the sun. The darkness that out-shined the light in its brightness.I sit upon my bed just thinking into thin air, thinking out of void head!, Surprisingly some thoughts of filled- up nothingness comes out of that void thinking! At least I'm thinking of nothingness that is full of something! and not nothingness that is left all alone.The room were I was in was like that.So fast! The night passed as if the morning was only disguising itself as the night. Sometimes, I wonder if there is really a night or is there really a day?!! I do not know how nature works, but! I know for sure it works to confuse this poor mind of mine! Now after reading the above don't you think I wrote rubbish which sounded less sensible. At least it sounded less sensible, rather than sounding dull like this morning. My dullness for your enthusiasm!! |