My head hurts!
My heart aches!
The path ahead is obscure. Shattered pieces of my dreams laugh at the futility of my effort. My wallet is starving and there’s a famine in my bank account. The innocent child-smile though still lingers happily on my face, perched to its favorite place.
Warns a hidden fear, as I tread past a graveyard of ambitious habits. Valiant, yet sloppy, they met their end.
Where am I walking ? Crawling perhaps, in this dark alley, with only an aloof moon to give me company ?
Hunger knocks at my door.
I start to feel the faint tap.. tap.. of my heart against my chest, like a prisoner trapped in a coffin for eternity.
I looked up..
…… The Moon
[A page from my diary. It may be continued]