Silver and Red
One. . two. . three. . how many do I need? T ick tock. . tick tock, how many more hours before I can sleep? Paper-scissors-stone, which among them do I need? There is nothing more harder than to be awake and thinking, while the word is still and sleeping, and there is nothing more tragic than a tumult inside that will never cease. I'll probably laugh if the ocean will claim that he is the deepest blue. Ha-Ha! Come on Ocean Blue, there are still a lot of men that are bluer than you! If you have made to step out in your room this morning, then you belong to the lucky ones as most of us can't even get up in our beds, can't even zone out in our heads. A very dark place but there's a comforting sense that it is safer here than to dwell outside. The darkness, the void, and the space inside our head, it is a retreat place when the immediate reality is becoming too sick to handle. The world outside is full of hool