It hurts.

It really hurts to know that your only shield does not function the way you want it to be. The shelter you rely on suddenly deny you from entering it. The clock stops. The light dims. And all of the sudden, everything turns dark.

I find myself sitting in a dark corner. Anxious. My vision turns blind. My emotion freezes, not knowing when to melt. The feeling of uncertainty thickens.

Yes, the clock has stopped. But time refuses to be a friend. It refuses to stop. Oh Lord how I wish you can halt it for a moment. My scream echoes through the room. Can’t you hear it?

And the only thing I have now is the ears. They will keep on listening. They will keep on searching for clues. They will be my guard. In case someone is coming.

And the only thing I hope for is that you will come and eventually, shine the room.

I’ll be waiting. Always.