3am in the morning.

i was awake by a call yesterday night, 3am, if i was not mistaken.
i was in the middle of my dreams, even after i recieved the call.
not until, he called out my name, frustrated. then, i was fully awake.

he voice was in pain, i can tell. in anxious, annoyed, disgruntled...
but there was nothing i can do except to comfort him.
and that, wasn't what he wanted.
on that one moment, i feel like hanging up..
so that i can runaway from all the overwhelms.
it's too much...i'm drowning into his emotions ; i'm sinking with his promises,
but i didn't,
i know he needed me to be there, even though it's pointless.
i kept quiet through the whole conversation.
thinking,
and then, the question of century popped out.
silence answer the question.
i was muted.
along with that, came noises. noises that i never thought i will hear.
and i'm the reason for it.
silence again...i was too weak to say anything.
he stop and ask again. and then the whole scene repeated.
still, all i have was silence...
time is what we have to blame.
not you, not me, nor him..
sorry.

if there's one thing i must say, it will be, 'nothing is impossible, but now, it is.'
all the best.

love, cong.