the classic 3 am thoughts
thoughts that kept me awake at 3
AM
1. The death of
my Persian cat one and a half year ago: I was not there when she took her last
breath. I arrived at home from a family trip only to find her stiffed, furry
and tiny dead body yet when I approached, it was still warm. The last time I
wept before her death was a dreadful heartbreak. When I had her in my arm for
the last time, I sobbed even harder. What caught me off guard was letting her
fought her last breath on her own, poor little fighter. I was, and still am,
terribly sorry that she had to go without any soul around but the angel of
pets’ death. Wished I were there to hold her little paws and whispered words
how precious she was.
2. How do deaf
people experience music? Do they see colors in every vibration a rhythm
produced?
3. The kind of
love I clandestinely wish is an obsession
kind of love, to feed a passion in which I find beauty; selfishness. I want you
in my possession. I want none of your skin touched by any other entity;
and I want you to desire nothing but me.
4. And how I
ought to sync my sleeping pattern back. The aftermath headache has been killing
me.
5. Boy oh boy,
this world is no better than a nightmare.
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