I need you to stay warm.
Because the night is long and we need to survive it.
The road might be a little hard to handle, but we will need to try harder.
That’s why I need you to keep walking.

It looks like we’re all alone in this thick fog, but don’t worry it too much.
Others are struggling on this course as much as we are.
That’s why we need to endure it for a little more.

After this, the dawn might greet us.
And we’ll see the brighter side of each other.
Under the rose-pink lighted sky.
Between our smiles.

I don’t really remember you, or the rest of your story.
I don’t know your name, nor the direction you’re headed on the way home.
After last night,
I might waste myself on the couch again through the weekend.
Not getting excited about the idea of Monday.
I don’t really remember you, but what is this feeling of longing.
Distracting and bothering.
(I thought,)
I don’t really remember you.

Would you still meet me after this night?
After this dance?
After the alcohol wear off?

Would you still tell me your secrets?
And all the guilt you’ve been feeling.

Would you still remember me after this night?
And this orange lipstick.

Would I still remember you after this night?
And still having these feeling of comfort.

I want to pack 3 shirts and a sweater. 5 instant noodles and a pouch of skincare in traveling size.
I want to have an empty water bottle and couple of socks.
Maybe an extra pair of pants and umbrella (because the weather has been unpredictable lately).

I want to pack and go.
Somewhere alone, without music and the notifications.

I don’t know if I will still be hurt, because it’s complete darkness no matter where I look.
It’s like running away (and I don’t care).
The same thing like how much I eat these past days (and still feel nothing) or how deft I am with all these noises.
Every day is like a constant battle. With myself. With the surrounding and the noises.

I really want to pack and go. 
Somewhere alone, without the sadness and the pain.