end of the world?
last night, my world crumbled on me in a vivid nightmare…
it started with soccer. god knows why i was playing soccer in Holland. no, not holland village. Holland. and no, not the national team. anyway, i was playing soccer there and i had the worst game of my life. balls running away from under my feet, missed tackles, you name it. not that i was a good player anyway, but in the nightmare, it was really horrible.
soccer turned into a concert (ya, like… huh??) without notice. i was taking a corner kick when i realised, after i chipped the ball in, they have already started playing. and all i could do is watch my perfect chip ruin the concert. and i couldn’t join in cos i was without my instrument. while lamenting on how the conductor’s gonna tear me apart, i found my bag. and another set of nightmares began…
opening my bag, the first thing i found is that my baton is broken. broken very badly. my first baton! broken. then i found that all my reeds are spoilt. and i was in a frenzy already. cannot play soccer, cannot perform, cannot conduct. i was rendered useless. and i mean useless.
feeling really down already, i went to look for her. she was sleeping, and she ignored me most of the time. the only time she responded to anything is to hide me from passers by. and i remember having loads of breathing difficulties towards the end of the nightmare. my chest hurt, my throat was burning, my eyes stung from the excessive crying. i woke up, tears dry, chest still hurting, throat still burning.
this gotta be a nightmare i’ll never forget.
because my world really crumbled in the nightmare. everything i held dear was gone. everything i was good at was gone. but it’s a nightmare, it’s over.
but why does my heart still ache so much?
