Chronological Tea Talk

I sat underneath the stars that night, wrapped in the dire blanket of loneliness. The stars shook the sky with all their glowing auras that I’m sure the planets served them a respectful standing ovation. It was beautiful but silent. I wasn’t sitting alone, but my heart felt the void that couldn’t be contained. It is strange how one revolting yet deadly inaudible feeling could dominate all its fellow peers. I was scared. I kept my eyes up, an attempt to avoid the scrutinising gazes around me. They weren’t staring, yet they were. Those stares that couldn’t be detected are the reason why I run, why I escape. It’s beautiful up there. No worries, no fears, just the serenity and the calmness that surround the galaxy. Perhaps they’re why the stars shine so vividly bright. An hour has passed, and the masses of people are still increasing. Loud and suffocating is how the situation is. Screaming and running is what I want to do, yet I stay in a hushed position for the stars are too pr

It’s 1:00 AM now, thoughts are running a million miles an hour in my mind. The clock’s ticking is infuriating yet astonishingly soothing. I work my way out of the safety of the duvet to subconsciously sit at the table with a cup of tea that serves as a heater to my corpse like freezing hands. I try not to let my eyes linger on the picture hung on the wall right beside me. It exists in a glaring manner, as if silently disapproving my choices. It’s 2:00 AM now, the picture is still there, and I’m itching to run away from its scrutinizing gaze. It’s me, with a massive smile etched to my face which you could hear its echoing giggles if you tried. My shoulders were sagged due to the lack of the never-ending stress, and my eyes were bright due to the absence of caffeine. It wasn’t taken long ago, or perhaps it was, but the memory of it is still carved deep down and I can’t help but smile at the faint traces of it. It’s 2:34 AM now, but I’m still lost in my train of thoughts.