There are three things that unites at this moment, as I'm writing this words.
Space, melodies, ambiance.
I can feel there's space between me and my body, at the same time I can hear the melodies from the back of my mind playing automatically, adjusting the ambiance that surrounds me.
So here it goes, my hand goes uncontrollable typing this words, creating sentence that I never think before as if they have their own soul apart from what's mine.
I'm making sketches in the form of alphabets side by side like strangers sitting in the bus. Describing every inch of my mind, scattered, unfocused, emerges suddenly, pushing through my pores, and rushes me to make this writing.
Space.
I became an alien to my own body. Weird senses comes to my mind as I gaze my own existence. Pinch. Hurts. Why am I have to stuck in this flesh?
Melodies.
Rethink and redefine my experience in life. Regrets, anxiety, relieve, craving, wondering, try to rethink another ending. Simultaneously as I playback those moments, these melodies exploding and flowing from the start till finish. Slowly disappeared but never meant to be gone.
Ambiance.
I can't escape the feeling wrapped in this ambiance surrounds me. It's the blanket of my life. So I'm just grateful, and cherish every minute as my body and soul reacted to this unusual ambiance. When will they unleashed me? Can I be free? Or deep inside I don't want to be free... Im the prisoner of my own asylum.
To the beautiful Sunday afternoon, when everything is seems to be absurd.
