Pieces of Me

I was absent last night from work. I tried to get up and prepare to come to work but my body just could not endure such harrassment anymore.

The lack of sleep and the nocturnal lifestyle wore me down eventually.

The puffy eyes indicated that I am not invincibe after all.

The low blood pressure, emotional battery and mental shocks had visited my thoughts everyday, knowing that such a job with the so-so compensation would toll grave penalties.

I am but a candle lit with flame that flickers toward the direction of the wind. I am but the embers of the bonfire deeply buried into the sand for containment. Thus, a ripple that suddenly livens the water in the stillness of its serenity. I am but a wanderer during the day and a worker by night.

I am a creature that wanders. Whose thoughts fixates on inanimate thoughts and worthless ideas. A phoenix waiting to rise from the ashes. I am the warm breath that everybody covets. A star bragging its twinkle from the rest. A treasure waiting to be discovered from the test of antiquity.

I am no different from a diamond on the rough. The imperfections that define its perfection and beauty.

I am but me. I can offer no less or no more than who I am. Love me or hate me. It's just plain black and white.

Rawness defines me. I am the stain of blood that trickles in the sand. That endures time. That embodies tainted innocence.