The Calendar Girl

Written by Tomaz Goh
When the blanket top of me
feel so uneasy,
but I wouldn't want to be separated from it
The light is too glaring to be ignore
I edged myself closer to be awaked
yet feel as though I've been stuck in the quicksand of time.

Dazing through the space
I find no indication,
to be or not to be the person that I know myself of
Counting the toes and those fingers
wished the day could follow my rhythms
But I know my feet still stands still from where it's should be.

Sticking my head out of the window
Feeling my mind like a blowup airbag
I keep on turning the pages and mark off the days that has gone by
Looking forward to the new empty cells
I laughed at myself as that was just a empty journal of my life.