Suppressed.

How long will the rainy season be,
how long will it last?
When will I see the birds fly free,
past the greens so lush.

Computers have their downtimes. Servers need to be upgraded.

What more for humans?

There are tonnes of thoughts on my mind which I really, really want to pen it down. But I couldn't find the words for them. They are perplexed thoughts I know; the usual me can often find appropriate words to convey the messages across.

It feels so different today.

Could it be that four-letter word again?

Or could it be the barrage of incidents that happened between me and my supervisor today? I can't even differentiate.

I do miss the bros.

At least, seeking solace in them always results in something fruitful. Maybe I can liken it to jumping into a pool full of ice-water after talking to them.

Dark clouds in the skies never seem enough,
the waves in the sea never seem so rough.
The mage tried casting the spell but to no avail,
it was obvious he ain't have enough charm.

Time seems to be crawling tonight. Tomorrow seems catastrophic. I wish that one day, my mobile will break down on me and hence, breaking off my contact with the rest of the mortal world. The expulsion of melancholic thoughts off the shady mind does not feel like it's working today like it used to work in the past.

It seems like a beautiful morning today. Like the whole world's smiling at me.

Really.

But apparently after that, it felt more like they have turned their backs on me, their gnawing snares ready to strike; and the hunger pangs from their hungers resonating deeply in my mind.

Their hunger for silencing me.

The rainbows will always stay beautiful,

the sunshine will always shine.

The gentleman awaits like a clever fool,

just to be caught by his own crime.