Before the clock stroke 7, every word was uttered in a shaky tone as the sides of the nose begins to harden like I never knew it would. In disbelief at how capable of expressing after having to keep everything inside since forever, did it anyway. The confessions, the thoughts that were always running around, and whoever said that when you let it out, you'd feel better is a liar. Never have felt such disturbance that a 9 hour sleep sufficed on a holiday week. Lessons that were supposed to learn, ends up contributing to the oblivion side. More than ever now, my room is my best friend. Top it off with a refrigerator and a tele, forever could sound so sweet. However, as the box of pocky sticks from UK are staring at me, the room goes unlock and once again, my sanctuary cease to be what it holds for me. With the monitor being the only source of light, besides the light from the setting sun peeking through the window, I shift to the shadows and disappear.