lost

i just wish i can be the guy who would hold his hands outwards to the skies & dance w/ rain, as if receiving the many confetti that're thrown to him during the celebration of life.

so many things on my hand.
have to deal with so many little things that prick me like glass.
so tired, so much that i wish that time would stop on a perfect sunday afternoon, lazing on my bed, wall gazing, feeling the periodic wind blowing from the oscillation of my standing fan.

i'm tired..