347am, i watch silently as the minutes tick closely towards the 21st. there’s something very dreadful in this silence where the only sound I am able to make it is the rumbling of the air conditioner and the light thuds from my blackberry keypad as I furiously punch in the words I couldn’t say. My eyes are weary, so weary that I’m alternating the usage of my eyes, squinting.....
shisei, dealing with her insecurities since 1989.
leave this behind
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.– Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)