INVITATION

April, the month, is gone. So much can happen in April. I had said April is the packing month, and May is the leaving month. But how can I, simply leave, all these, pretty and dear, behind. I turn cold on the thought of it. We are different people, our minds on different things in life. We are verses that don't rhythm. I always wonder what it is to keep us apart yet unsevered. There must be something, but is the thing strong enough to keep us there? I need to go back to the coma of sleep, to forget.

It comes, uninvited, takes away everything alive. I have tried, very hard, to win this battle, just by myself alone. What a waste, of life. Emails not replied, meals not cooked... I wish I could just let the world stop, for a while, for me to catch a breath. Yet, I have to put on this smiling mask and offer myself here and there, to endless, endless things. I resist its power, but the Dark Lord of Hollow comes back with even fiercer attacks, again and again, until darkness shrouds me. I close my eyes. I waive my sword. I can't see a thing. My head about to explode...