I sometimes get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that urges me to move forward but it’s always very late at night, or at an awkward hour. Like wildfire, it consumes what I have, and leaves me, lying there, breathing in the night as if it’s the last thing I will ever do in my entire life, that if I don’t act on it, I will completely lose whatever’s left in me.

And it’s scary. I often cook up plans of staying awake for days, but it never happens. I always fall asleep when I don’t want to. My mind closes off sometimes when it doesn’t want to. Or I get so lost in my thoughts that I don’t realise it’s the next day. I wish I were able to express things a bit clearly. It’s like having a thirst that never gets satiated. Ever.