Found myself staring blankly at my laptop again...
Found myself doing nothing in front of my laptop again...
I can go to sleep...
But I don't feel like it...
I feel like doing things...that doesn't mean anything...like writing this meaningless post...
I feel like...
Nothing...
My mind feels numb...unable to produce useful thoughts...
It ain't telling me..."Go to sleep"
It ain't telling me anything at all...
But there's one little voice in my head...
Small yet powerful enough to make my fingers hit and move on the keyboard...
Little yet smart enough to make out words...
I am in auto-mode...
Auto guided by the little voice...
Whereas the big parts of my mind is currently in standby mode...
Waiting...to get me to sleep...
Readying...to put on the weights on my eyelids...
Preparing...to shut down the little voice...
I remember this little voice...
This little fella helped me in various obstacles...
What? How? When? Why?
The book report on "Phantom of the Opera" that was writen by me in some day back then, in the middle of the nite juz like this...This little voice told my fingers where to put...What to do...Then...This book report went all the way to Hong Kong...
The article, Nature, which was oso writen by me in some day back then, in the middle of the nite juz like this...This little voice was still there to help my fingers...And I got a certificate for following the little voice...
This little voice...is a gift from God...
This little voice...is my inspiration...
This little voice...kept me going...
This little voice...made me write out this post...
This little voice...became louder...
Now that I found the little voice...
It'll no longer be a little voice...
It's now a louder voice in my head...
Now...
It doesn't act like the little voice it used to be...
It's telling me to sleep...
It's putting weights on my eyelids...
It's starting to let go of my fingers...
Maybe it should still be the little voice...
Maybe it should still be hidden at some part of my mind...waiting to come and guide my finger some other midnites...
I should juz leave the little voice where it should be...
Swimming around in my mind as it likes...
When delighted...It'll come back...It'll always be there....



*I simply wrote this...Juz like wad the article said...I was juz following my mind...Typing blindly mostly...Don't nidda take it serious...*