Time

9:02 pm.

Seems like heart is beating slower. He never managed himself to reach the level where he never belonged. The path teached him lot about his entire feelings, what he had for not any special reasons. He somehow forced himself to prefer the uncouth things for his own priorities. He cannot indicate each things to one person. He is looking around. He does not know if his all studies were fake. Why is he feeling like his room is circling too? He does not know why he is feeling warm when the Air Cooler is on 15. He closed his eyes, tries to calm himself down. Still has hours left. He has to move slower.

'Take that. YOU NEED IT.'

Slowly truns his face to the notepad again and scoffs. No wrong direction. He can not fake his imagination and what else mind is speaking out. Neither he can ignore, nor he can make himself exactly sure.

Only he can hear was voices.

10:13 pm.