I thrive on the long hours of conversations and the few words in a text. Without them, the empty space widens. My mood dwindles. When it used to be leisure-calls, now's just informative ones. You always have to rush off somewhere, there's no time even for you to take a breather. Cause by the time i exhale my next breath, all i hear is the dial tone. And everytime i glance at a incoming text, it isn't your name i see as often anymore. In return, outgoing ones don't receive replies, when they used to. I don't know what i want, i don't know whats going on in my head. If you're at a standstill after what you've said to me, then i'm at the pitstop too. Time's running out, my energy's draining like a dying battery as well. I'm not as busy as you are, guess I still have enough time to stab myself in my thoughts virtually. I'll be allright, i'm Zhixian. I'll live through it all. I'll live past all the raging emotions that burn from within. Tomorrow will be a better day, i pray. I hope i can sleep well.. tonight.


i thought the rain would stop by now.


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