Battlegrounds.

It's 3am. The fan has been taken someplace else, and I am in a bright room, on a cool dark night. While I was out on my run, I noticed that the moon was lit-up, like a giant disco ball. I an't see it from where I'm sitting, but I'm sure that it's still there. Just as I'm sure that other people are awake right now, going about their own businesses.

At 3am, we should be sleeping. Yet here we are. We try to carve out a litle piece of the nighttime for ourselves. Futile? Maybe. I tried to sleep, but I didn't get anywhere. I had a short dream about darkness - just darkness. What kind of fucked up dream is that?

I've been back in Singapore for about a week now. Things have changed, and things have not. I did not get better, at least, not in a way that is noticeable to me. I have changed, but whether it's for the better or for the worse, I have no clue. Maybe as the weeks of 2014 pass me by, I will get a clearer picture of how I am. You can never tell how you are, can you now?

I type, and I wonder whether I can still write. I've lost touch, I admit. Out of practice, I'm just typing the thoughts that come into my mind, as they come into my mind. No filter, at least, I think there isn't. There's always a filter though. That's just how I am. I don't publicize this blog, but one day, I just might, and someone's going to read it, and they will recognize how I feel, on the 12th of Janauary, at 3 in the morning.

Do you feel what I feel? Have you ever felt the way I do?