tic-tac

it's like a little time bomb to me.
no clue when will it trigger.
tic-tac-tic-tac tic-tac.

minor little things in life can lead to a forest fire.
a tv commercial , a phrase that I heard by accident on the street, a short poem that I read online, a stranger that I randomly saw on MTR, dead silence in the middle of the night, random stuff I saw when I walk on the street...
almost, anything.
tic-tac tic-tac tic-tac.

i really need some good sleep.
a dreamless sleep.
a sleep without random zombie-fighting actions
a sleep without crossover scenes from Calgary and HK.
a sleep without tears dropping off my cheek
a sleep without stressful pressure from exam
a sleep without the urge of breaking down
a sleep without that pair of eyes staring at me in the dark.
a sleep without... hopeless feeling drowning me.

tic-tac tic-tac tic-tac.

i am sick of getting myself sick.

tic-tac tic-tac tic-tac.

the desire to destory.

the urge to collapse.