That day, I fell silent, waiting for something uncertain. In this vast world, I somehow felt small and confined. I have so many dreams, so many goals but the world feels distant, out of reach. It’s like a giant wall stands before me, blocking my view, controlling me to stay within the lines. So much so that I feel guilty even for stepping an inch outside of them. My thoughts are forced to stay locked away, buried deep, hidden from sight as if they were never meant to be seen at all.

Last night, I felt a heaviness of sleep pressing down on me, while a small duty kept me awake — just until midnight. I had to stay up, only for a while. To fight the silence, I turned on my little iPod. My eyes were closed, but it never felt like I had actually fallen asleep. From the corner of my eye, I glanced at the clock on my phone. 1:00 AM passed. Then 2:00 AM. My eyes were shut, but my soul was counting every second. I whispered to my own heart, “I’m tired.” I just wanted to fall into a deep sleep— without feeling anything, without even dreaming.