I just want to say that I’m trying my best.

Even if “best” shouldn’t even be used here. Because, I’ve got this belief that there’s always something better than best.

I’m always in this continuous struggle to be better. Right now, I’m embracing every mistake as a new learning and holding on to it until that fateful day when I’m going to take the test of proving myself.

I will be better.

-end of thought-

Midnight, you sit there on your desk and the clock ticks too fast. There remains beads of sweat across your brow. You try hard not to make a yawn. Even a wink isn’t allowed. Deep sighs could go a long way. A mere scribble of a new word you never want to forget. Emphasizing. Repeating. Ingesting. Hoping. Holding on to that new thought. Wishing hard it won’t become a stray. Then the silent night press hard on you. And that sound of people make when they’re asleep. You rest your arm on your desk. You carefully lay your head. You made a makeshift bed.

Tell me more. Drown me in your infinite words that builds bridges from me to your different world. Sprawled by your ink is an intense pool of definitions that remains traced, etched across my skin. Don’t leave me thirsty for more things waiting to be told. I only ask from the pit of my deepest thoughts that you whisper in my ear, fill me with with what makes of you with just your words.