I should woken up in the morning.
heard the birds chirping.
feels thankful to the Owner of the
Earth for letting me alive today.
well . . .
I should. but it’s not should be
done.
Not today.
Really not today.
Grace For Being Conscious
The music was playing so hard. as I remember some glasses of wine was already empty. I should take a shot. just a shot for warming my cold body. but I didn’t do it as my beloved girl seemed don’t like for me to do so.
afterwards, I was keeping myself busier. was letting this body move while some eyes might be staring at every step I was taking. I am such a fragile body, yes I am. so I decided to took my seat instead. I still could see smoke lingering the room. the RnB music still made my head and legs moves here and there.
I saw many poker face. I saw many my beloved girls was dancing a great dancing. beau Girls don’t care the eyes was watching over the moves. but that’s why these girls are lovable.
Then was sitting beside me another best girl. trembling. feeling cold of the coldy air. ah . . some men offered her a drink. offered an interesting story that anyone could hear, including me.
Time had passed we didn’t know just gone by like that. I still sit. watched all over the room. heard the music while was moving my body according to the melody.
a man was standing in front of me I didn’t realize. then he sit, asked my age. “how old I could be?” I was asking him to guess. he gave me 25 till 15. I just laughed instead. wondering why people guess me younger old older. never hit the real. or I am not real maybe?
it was my first time I said to him to be in this kind of place. he didn’t hear. or to be sure he was not willing to hear.
he gave me snap. after he broke it into some single pieces. he gave me the small part.
seeing myself didn’t really react. he gave me another piece. it was big piece, I know. I took it and pretend to swallow it. but I failed. he got me cheat.
it was so bitter. I said to him innocently. he asked me to take my glass of water and swallow it. then it was.
I believed my body will not react. my body is already the place of medicine. why should I react with this one?
seeing myself didn’t really react. he gave me another piece. it was big piece, I know. I took it and pretend to swallow it. but I failed. he got me cheat.
it was so bitter. I said to him innocently. he asked me to take my glass of water and swallow it. then it was.
I believed my body will not react. my body is already the place of medicine. why should I react with this one?
the minutes after that. I went to the bathroom, hoped for vomiting. yes I felt I was like to. but it didn’t.
didn’t know what to do. the man seemed like stare at me analyzed if the snap worked out.
but I still was a normal body. I took a shot then. was warming myself from the temperature which become cold and cold.
I was still a normal body when the other man came to me and said that the beloved girl love me so much, gave the command to take care of me, not coke me for red wine nor beer.
but I’ve already took a shot of the bloody wine. and I felt just good. warm. as I used to feel after taking another shoot of vodka.
an hour might passed. I felt numb..
it’s never the same as the book I read. nor everything more clear even the carpet brushed . not. never
even the ladies laughing is something nothing.
I felt cold, warm and numb.
I keep pinching my cheek, hoping I would feel the pain. but it was a total vain. I couldn’t feel anything. my phone was like the cotton. so light.
my vision was blur. I thought about crying instead. but it was not helping at all.
it was hectic. it was sad, it was not me.
but after an hour I am back to be a normal person again.
for me, being conscious in the most precious thing. I like to feel the pain on my knee, I like the way I feel my skin touch anothers’.
I like it that way, love that way.