Broken Road To Paradise
What time is it? My watch says it’s 5:46 p.m. but my starving stomach disagrees for it keeps on telling me that it’s time for me to load him up for I haven’t eaten neither breakfast nor lunch, but I munched some banana chips though. My sleepy eyes, on the other hand, say it’s time for me to visit Dreamland for it has been three sleepless nights since I did considering that I am not a nocturnal creature even if I am starting to act like one; and I must admit, I’m not liking it. Lastly, my hardworking yet dead exhausted brain cells say it’s time for me to drop this newspaper for they can no longer comprehend. I’ve been sitting here, waiting for her for almost two hours now, clutching my virtue of patience that is about to slip away from me. I’m hungry, sleepy and restless yet still without any trace of reluctance in spending even countless hours staying foot in this place to have her caress my dull view.. The sun falls down thinning the crowd. The streetlamps start to light up as the a