The morning after...

Nomination Day of the Malaysian general elections.

Strange. Your body tells you to sleep. Your mind is too tired to.

My comrade is mixing red bull and carbonated drinks. I worry.

My other is suffering from heatstroke.

Day two.. Phew.

Democracy lives! (hopefully).

It's 2am.

Salty pillows don't exactly make good companions.
But you make do with what you have.

It can be cold.... But I've learnt to make it warmer.
I've been dismissed many times..... I learn to take it tougher.

I've ceased explaining.... And replying to the cordials..
I'd rather be real about reality.

Not pretend that it is warm and fuzzy.

I only stay up because I have trouble resting.
I don't worry but I don't want addiction.

Only way I find help.... Is first, to help myself.