Miracles

Not even a single nap since yday 12pm. Eyes are still widely open. But not tired. Wanted to do my ever-unfinish work, yet, I have no mood to do it.

Glancing through the pictures, I saw it. I saw the change. And i knew it had changed long ago. I know it wasnt as before, and to be as before, I can only pray for punishments.

or perhaps a miracle?

Maybe is just something nice about it that I want to hear, one day, in which i secretly hoped the soonner, the better.