Tired

Don't know how it started. But chatting or talking to you was my favorite thing to do. 

Never was someone in my life, ever made me feel like this. If there is, only my granny. My place where I can pour almost everything. 

I know, from the very initial beginning, you were only the temporary acquaintance who passed my path, but I never thought that you were giving too much impact like this to my heart 

If and only if I could express this feeling, it would feel like a wound being immersed into a sour mixture. Excruciating pain but heartless, wandering but stuck or maybe emotionless, is the right word.  I don't know what am I saying. But I feel horrible and gullible. How can this creature made me feel as bad as I fail my exam? 

I dropped off my car by the walking side near to my condo. There is a jogging track there. I pulled out my body from the car and laying restless on the right door of the car. Lucky me, I chose a condo near to the lake, so my eyes could witness this breathtaking God-frame. 

It was 6 am right after I finished my long working hours. I sighed. Not sure either mentally or physically tired. Maybe both. But I no longer know how to differentiate between tired or horrendous. 

I want to write more, but my eyes don’t want to cooperate with me. Ill proofreading this next morning. If I have that time. Lately, I've been busy, really.