there's a hope everytime there's a sound | there's a silence that's playing too loud

i can't help it. i am addicted to sleeping late, technically it's actually early morning. it's the quietness of the surroundings and the slow pacing that i take pleasure in. here i am - my body's tired, my eyes are shutting, my mind is busy attending to my hunger pangs but i still do not want to sleep yet. i wait for my mom to nag me to sleep early, she did everyday ever since the day i fell through the 9pm sleep curfew. at this moment, my thoughts wander to the moment when this day does not exist anymore. you can not fathom the sadness swelling inside of me now. lately i take time to enjoy little things, littlest things that actually matters a lot in fact. this is me rambling at 0029hrs. i like to use the 24hrs format, rather than am/pm. i try to keep my mind off what’s bothering me now. yawn. that's it - i am utterly exhausted now. yawn. off to sleep now. nites nites.