Twilight Insomniac

22.12.11

Very little had gone well the last few days, weeks, maybe months. He dreads the day he made those choices, those that brought him onto this path of uncertainty, confusion and dissatisfaction. But what's done is done as they always say, now he has but no choice to move on. Time rarely waits for anyone, those it does are few and probably the gifted rich. Tonight something happened that gave him an idea, one that would give him a sense of insight and maybe a chance to look back at his life once the present's past. Under the twilight of a dimmed silver desk lamp, here begins the story of this boy, his struggles and triumphs for the watchers to view whole.

Deep within the recesses of his mind, thoughts would keep mingling with what he'd feel within him. Chances have been missed and opportunities wasted while down this chosen path. Would the next choice he made be the right one? What path will those chosen build? These are merely some of his mind. As he questions even the choices he makes in the present, his visions quaver, uncertainty seeps into every crease of thought, every pint of emotion. What does it take to finally make things right?

Seemingly close to the end of the first leg of this road, a streak of endeavors have brought him down to a weakly mindless shell. Too worthless to be worth a damn. Most times he wished there would be a day akin to those beneath the veil of carelessness, any one moment that he could breathe again and dream for better days. There was a time when battles were fought over little things and forgotten at the new dawn, times when friends were made over trusted tides and not on the basis of merely surviving through tougher days. Maybe hope itself had been blown out, his sanity merely hanging on the will to become someone out of this, to be stronger.

"Hey what time is it?"

"Erm...now, one thirty."

"Think we can finish it on time?"

"Shouldn't be a problem I guess, just keep copying hahaha."

"If only it were that easy. It's bad enough that we're copying for this. Try to improvise so it isn't obvious."

"Yeah I am, let's hope this works for now. I'll be more worried about the coming finals. Not good from the looks of this sheet."

Down the sheltered walkway what sounded like church bells chimed, it was exactly 4pm. He managed to finish in time but only just. If only he had started earlier and got more things done, as is always the case. That was his last assignment for the semester and he felt a lot less bothered with only the lingering reminder of how close his finals were nagging at the back of his mind. Now he had to head back, there were still plans for what remained of the day. This was his routine, trying to fill every nick of time with something or someone. He doesn't really know why he does it, but he sure hell doesn't want to be at home, without a task at hand.

"Hello!! Dude it's been so long since we went out!"

"Yep and you never replied my texts. Been busy I see."

"Ugh...sort of, probably had no signal in Kampar. Sorry."

"Nah it's fine, let's head out, pick up Montri then to....Sunway yes?"

"Sunway! Yeah."

It was times like these that brought him relief, being with those he cared about and where he felt he belong.