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supposedly i should go and take a rest. it's late midnight, not yet dawn. the routine is in pause. as free as the stars, as lonely as the moon. the street is almost empty, with the occasional shouting, burping, moaning.
i bet the air smells like alcohol now.

it's hard to keep up with the tight schedule. tasks are piling and assignments are in heaps. breathless. suffocated.

i don't know if i have to forgive myself for being insensitive lately. i am not as patient as i was, though it doesn't bother me to the very least that i see how people these days still show their selfishness. it tickles. as if there is a force allowing that certain quality to come out right at this time, probably i am not the only one. probably we are aware of the same thing - this thing that we hate the most - when we - the one who realizes it - just have to back down a little and be tolerant, at the same time knowing ourselves doing the same thing. you get what i mean? it... it seems as if we see our reflection on the others. they are mirrors. which lead me to one thought, are we all actually the same? but they say we are... we are...

i am sitting down here. music plays. coffee and milk. no moonlight. the air is getting heavier.

who are we? who are we?