Now I know what time is it. It’s time to trot my way back home. I can’t still feel the ground as I take heavy steps out; out of this realm of frustrations that I thought was a road to her paradise. Each step I take seems to be a step farther from my dreams, simply because those are the steps that will lead me farther from her, my sole emancipator. Though reluctant to do so, I continue my walking. On my way, I see in my mind pictures of the scene I witnessed earlier. It plays on and on, over and over as if it won’t stop until it makes my brain burst out of my head. I managed to take few more steps before I find myself breaking down. I sat on the sidewalk then press my back on the wall oblivious of the dirt, dust and all those morons, I mean… people, staring at me. I still can’t accept what I saw and amidst my nothingness I heard a voice saying, “Are you ok?” I gave that stranger a pale look, clutched my fist then raise one of my finger. No, it’s not the one you raise while yelling that