"why are you late?" my mom asked with furrowed brow, "mom are you supposed to ask me that, can't you see clearly that i went out with my friends" i said calmly. "that gut-", "yes mom what happened to it, i know mom you are scared that you won't be able to recognize me once you let me be free, but you caging me is what gonna make you not recognize me anymore" i said walking closer to her with a weak smile, i touched her cheek gently and pecked her, "nighty night mom" i said heading upstairs to my room, "wait honey" she said which made me halted in my steps, i turned to face her with a questioning look, "it fine if you feel that am bothering you, but just remember i love you " she said slowly, "and i love you too" i said and ran back to hug her.
"i feel this night might be longer than we expected " she said, "i don't care mom, all i want is a good rest" i said yawning, "good night honey" she said, "same" i said and went upstairs.
immediately i plopped on my bed staring at the ceiling, just imagining if my mom can be like this forever, don't get me wrong though. i lazily stretched on my bed praying that i fall asleep but my eyes were bright as day, then an idea came to my head what if i play my guitar first
i stood up from my bed and went to take my guitar that was beside my reading table , my finger ran through the strings which produced a rough sound,but i didn't care, i hard the certain urge to sing maybe that would ease the anxiety and feeling right now
"Oh my eyes
thought i saw right
guess i was sure
oh my ears
believe what they say
and lost you
i know we've been through things
oh my mind, oh my mind
i've fucked up again
again"
i sang softly staring at my journal, i wanted to write but my eyes were too heavy and i feel asleep, travelling to wonderland.