The little red finger of my watch pointed to 23:00 the moment when i, after dragging my feet one after another up 7 floors, with shabby Carrefour plastic bags and an eye-catching guitar, staggered into my doom, too exhausted to utter a sigh.

i am so tried that i couldn't even think -- what i had said in my speeh just two hours ago, what those people look like, with whom i had tried with this last-ditch effort to genuinely share my heart. but does it matter anyway, "my heart"? how much does it worth, how much can it trade? they may well take it, for nothing at all, and discard it so lightly with a scorn.

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sitting on the front seat in my taxi, watching the barren land sweeping backwards as though pulled so hard by some invisible force, chilly night-time wind whipping my face. it was so quiet, perfectly, completely silent. the world seemed to stopped to a comlete standstill and exists no more had it not been the flashing carlight flitting across the surface of darkness like a mob of birds over a steely grey lake. the trees, lining themselves along the deserted road, rooted to the bleakness, swaying their specretal head as if to shake off their eternal sadness like some grits and dusts.

at that moment life appeared to me with its scandalizing refreshing face, and seared a feeling into my mind that was so well-blended that i couldnt decipher with a blockhead... 

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23:59...

i will have to get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow and i shall

drifting to sleep's kindom now