Tuesday.

yesterday was bloody monday.
i dunt know what wrong with my skin nowadays
i feel that its .. more 'fragile' ?

he was cutting the tomato as ordered, everything was fine
till something caught his attention instead

blood quickly flow out as the knife slits through his thumb
and drips on the nicely cut diced tomatos.

his mind turned blank as he stares at the blood dripping from his thumb
while wondering how it will feel if the blood comes from his wrist instead.

a familar voice snapped him out of it.
but things starts to turn wrong.
the kitchen seems like its spinning sideways, his eyes starts failling him
he grabs on anything he feels and made his way to the office and sit down.

feeling rather uncomfortable, he thought he might have to spend the night at the hospital instead.
he was terrified, but chose not to think any further

he merely rested his head on the table

time seems to past by real quickly.
looking at the crowd decrease in number as many orders were served
he felt better or maybe his too numb to feel anything

but exhaustion filled him quickly.

clearing up things as fast as he could
he was on his way, rushing for the last bus as usual.
but things were quite different that day.

he was alone.

as the bus passed numeral bus stops
the passenger on board decreased till only one was left, him.

he used to think its freaky to be on a bus alone at night
but he was glad that day.

sitting at the last roll of seat on the bus,
he turned on his music and leaned his head against the glass window.

the streets that used to be stranger to him seems to be filled with memories now.
his mind thundered and no longer, it rained.

he was drenched.
but it doesnt matter to him anymore.

he know today wun be the worst day.
he knew someone out there will see him through,

someone . .
but he never get to know who.




p/s: im not emo (: im just trying out the narrative style.