Black Sabbath

Time had to move so slowly, unlike before its weird unusual; playing hard to last till dawn, wide awake and barely breathing with my lungs out during early daytime up to late nighttime. What a day of once in a lifetime sorrow. How I hate spending my Saturdays home alone! I spent too many hours in bed, now I think it’s time to go out. Did anybody hear me? Sigh! I said who cares? Yet something has to answer me back, it damn whispered towards my ears. You do stupid! Only you!The hell I’m surprised when I found out it was the same person it was me! I’ve been pathetically lost.If only you can see me now, here I am, nothings fine, I am torn, waiting for your call to cheer me up, to energize my gloomy blood.

I wonder where you are now. Who are you with? What the shit are you doing? What scares me most about distance is that it makes the other one forget. You know I really hate that idea. I just wanna be with you even for tonight, even just for once. Oh God, just for once please? You know I just can’t get enough.  I can’t remember anymore how it feels like to be spending overnight with him, after having a hard drinking session with circle of friends.

 Those pointless moments of waking up in the morning having him by my side, with his arms wrapped around me is the most beautiful possession heaven scent from above.   Any idea of how worst it is to miss the person who makes your every single Saturday worthwhile?

And suddenly with just a blink of an eye, everything had to disappear without any premonition; everything just got to be back to basic. Like Cinderella’s tale, while she is in the climax of dancing with her prince but the clock reached its twelve midnight with a given condition her fairy god mother gave her, she had to leave her prince though it’s against her will.

But I’m not Cinderella anyway, and I’m not living in a fairytale. So why do I need to repay the credits of once in a lifetime happiness? Though sometimes I wish I was, and it was, so I could hand down the word they lived happily ever after. Sounds cute isn’t it? Sigh!

Going back to my story, all I need is him. My man. I need his presence to touch my dying soul or else I would go forever lonely. Cause honestly, since then I’m nowhere good. It’s another downfall. And I need to be back for good. I know something’s not right. Wait, let me check it for a while, not yet the time for Holy week neither for a Lenten season, but why is it I’m having a Black Saturday instead?