I came home today morning at around 8am after spending my night at Pasir ris park. I came home with an intense pain in my stomach. Probably due to the fact of not eating throughout the night. I vomited out the Pancakes I ate for breakfast. And along came the ever familiar red colored liquid known as blood. I stood at the basin while watching the blood trickle out the corner of my mouth. I stood wondering how much more blood can I bleed? I never really got the answer as I felt dizzy when walking from the kitchen to my room. Every step I take drains the energy out of me. I found out that my medication doesn't helps to ease the pain anymore. I laid on my bed and writhe in pain while waiting for sleep to come. Sleep didn't come as fast as I expected. Very soon, the pain was getting unbearable. I ate panadols to help ease the pain. I didn't count how many I ate, I just swallow and swallow. Then I lost conscious.
I dreamt of an incredible dream. I dreamt that I was with you. And you were smiling happily at me. We were playing by the swing. Everything felt right. Everything was beautiful. You're beautiful. Time passed by every so slowly. The swing moved like the pendulum bob in a clock. Then it stopped abruptly. Everything faded in the darkness, including you. It was a nightmare. Then I realized I was all along dreaming. The dream that had you in it was just a dream. The nightmare without you was actually the reality. I guess I have to face reality right now as I've been dreaming too much. Goodbyes are meant for lonely people in the rain. So now I say this to you.
Goodbye.