I'm currently in vacation in the province, in case you are wondering about my whereabouts. I am currently sitting at the hammock located in between two huge trees, gazing at the star-filled sky. Did you know I had been sitting here for hours already? I slept here out of exasperation because I joined the fair, yet I dreamt about you. Because of that dream, I remembered you once again.

My mind is once again messed up, even if I tried so hard to concentrate on anything so I could not think of you. But why is it that even in my dreams, you are also there?

There are many stars in the sky, not like there in the city. I know there's no use anymore, but like a child, I wrote your name in the sky by connecting the dots made by the stars.

There's no more noise coming out from my mouth. It has been rasped after continuously shouting your name. But right now, in the night where mosquitoes are flying freely, I found once again the voice of my heart.

It is begging towards the heavens above. Hoping it might hear the cries of my broken heart.