Maybe all in my life, I am just seeking a decent place where I can have a good-night sleep every night. Maybe all the purpose of my little life, is just to fulfil this simple aim. Yet, ironically, it's not even close to my dream.
Everywhere I stay, in the hectic city or green countryside I would have noisy flatmates/housemates or neighbours making sound in all possible ways at all different times, slamming the doors, dropping tiny little things, opening fridge loudly at the middle of the night, and the list goes on. I have earplugs to minimize the columns from the surroundings already, but there are always noise to wake me up all the times.
Why do we need to sleep? Why am I feeling sleepy again, but I want to write more. I need more time to do my personal word. I need the vitality to carry on this practice to reach my final end which I set for my little life.
I don't beg god for more time to live, but more energy to carry on my night work. Please.....
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