Healing wounds or a desperate confession: The Aftermath ...

It's 3 am and I must be fallen asleep for too long
Hang around under this darn place, abandoned... Healing my wounds
Gravy situation, mumbling to myself alone
Is this the last outpost for me to belong ?

If I could just be with someone
At this weary hours, that would be warmy fun
To live and to survive by any chance
This could be everlasting - when all is become undone ...

Stranded here, I hope it's just for a while
Singing songs and eating from cans
Desperately, after escaping the terrible moment
Running free away from the angry mobs of the unforbidden zone

So I'm free for the moment,
right here between the earth and the plain
Destructed buildings, unmark spot on the map and the hottest sun
With all the useless nonsignalled wires; the only sight seeings across the gray horizon

I need to washed up and make myself new again,
erasing all the stains the angry mobs been done
By the end of the day, I should be moving away
Far far from here, I would be

The destination is very blurry
And my plans are mixed up with strength and hallucination
I still have my hesitation, that's why I should go on !
Leaving only my darkest moments dried out here...

Brave girl, this is still your life ... Go forward and never look back again !

Tawau, January 26 2011