2.06 a.m.

Hungry at 2.06 am,
sitting on my bed infront of this,
sinking inside the soothing music of my collection,
need i say more?

the season is in,
as the flu 'flu' around hoping from one to another,
infecting others in sight or upon touch,
annoying as it is,
distracting normal life and its activities.

sleepy eyes,
blurry and blurry it gets,
but still
scribbling away by pressing
this written words of no directions
hoping to go somewhere
but hopeless without plan n direction

these are the words
that hav no meaning or direction
and it will
it will
it will
STOP!