6.25 in the morning, too early,... but I already wake up. I don't know what thing poundering this mind, but I can't close my eyes as I usually still. I slept right before the dawn after a conversation with the one who asked me to sleep not too late, 2 hours a go. Such a short time, isn't it ?
Still itching in my back. I scracth it. But there is itches more bothering me, about feeling, and the wonder how I'm stuck here.
Bored, tired, pain inside me... this is the real itches.
I have no clear visibility for how the future gonna be, as neither everybody.
Ahhh...but don't quit. No, don't !
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
and when you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't quit.
Life is queer with its twist and turns,
as everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and you never can tell how close your are,
It maybe near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst,
that you must not quit.
Feel a little better, but never better than what it means 'better'. Today I might be fall, but still I believe there's a light for tomorrow. This spirit inside me always linger in my mind, for I'm the one who try to set the sun.