•Of night, thoughts and happenings• (Read in caption) With my hefty head and light body, I woke up and sat straight with my alert drowsy eyes, while making my pillow flat by the head that rested on it. I don't know if late night is the synonym of silence, or the rhyming of chaos. But all I could hear and feel was the clock striking 2 by making an angle of perfect 60 degree. 60 degree! 60 degree reminds me of those 60 minutes, of the effort I took to make the sand castle erect. 60 degree reminds me of those 60 seconds, of the waves that destroyed my sand castle. ••• I tried to fill up some songs into ear by plugging in the earphone, but all I could hear was the munching of my hungry brain. My brain, who gasps his platter every time by being dissatisfied with whatever he's served. The way he think, and taste of the food never matched. And I could feel the pain in his eyes growling in silence unlike his mouth. In the silence of dark, heart slept when darkness surrounded. But the kicking made me gigil her. Her left kick is called lub and right, dub. She kicks faster at night, and all I could hear it being afraid at night. In the rustling silence of night, I can hear the chaos inside me whispering loudly without any conversation. •••
