4am

sometimes i really hate the night. because somehow just before i cuddle up into my pillow and fall into lalaland, so many thoughts have to run through my mind. most of the time, its a reality check, its as if i have this imaginary checklist and i would 'check-it' if i've done it for the day. but there seem to be somethings which i can never seem to ever complete. perhaps those are the intangible stuff which i would never be able to 'check'.

Beind every “I’m fine, I’m okay, I’m alright,” is a mind and soul occupied with confusion, trying to find a way out.