Cedric Ang

My mind is almost blank, but yet there is this feeling inside me that makes me want to shout out to the world that I have a lot on my mind, and yet still empty.

Yes, maybe I do not know how to put things in words. Maybe I am just confused of the certain feelings that I have right now, maybe it was just nothing.

His voice still echoes deep inside. I could still hear him saying things to me. Was it just my imagination, or just merely because I missed him so much?

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I always dislike cleaning up my room. I mean, I liked it to be clean, more like rearranging and throwing out stuffs. That is what I dislike.

‘Cleaning’ up has been a chore to me since last few weeks, more and more delays. It is not that I have been avoiding it, but rather, trying to avoid it.

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