Counting down...until the upcoming day.

Tic.. toc.. tic.. toc

I’m counting down, goes by every seconds, minutes and hours... Flows like a water and even blows like a wind on every seasons. And the clock is still tictoc–ing; mocking me with the tic toc sound that makes me sick. Sick. Sick. Full of pain. But I don’t care. Still, I’m counting down.

I’m counting down, as if I count every beat of my heart, every pulse of my artery, every breath I take, every word I say, every step I walk, every move I make, every wink I blink.

I’m counting down, as if I knew my dead end day. I’m counting down, as if I knew my starting count to the ending number. I’m counting down, and still counting down… again, over and over again, with patience… and hope.

I’m counting down; yet still don’t know where I stand now. Where am I? On number 1839? 98? 35? Or even 5? I don’t even know from what number do I have to count, is it 1000? 99999? Or maybe 10. Still, the ending will always be zero.

I’m counting down, without stopwatch. I’m counting down, without knowing what would I be. Just counting down, once again, with patience… and hope.

Tic.. toc.. tic.. toc

Now, precisely now-- in the month of 5, million seconds away. As you could clearly see, I’m still counting down. The time will come immediately, that’s what he said. Soon. Tomorrow, or maybe today. 10 hours left, maybe? We both don’t know. But still-- I’m still counting down..

(For my soulmate somewhere out there.. I’m here, and still counting down.. with patience… and hope..)