At this very moment,
instead of packing my luggage back to KL.
I’m sitting in front of the laptop -
sulking and crying.

At this very moment,
I still dream.
Dream big,
dream nice,
dream far.

At this very moment,
I wished I made better choices.
I wished time had never come into my way.

At this very moment,
my heart breaks,
my gut aches,
my eye waters.

At this very moment,
I’m speechless;
and yet,
I want to stir that feeling all over again.

At this very moment,
I want to turn back time,
boarding the plane,
this time,
just like 2 weeks ago.

At this very moment,
all I want is 
a hot tea and a good laugh.
A laugh that keeps me alive.
A laugh that makes me cry.
A laugh that never dies.

At this very moment,
I should wake up.
To a reality that bites;
A reality that cries;
A reality that hits me so hard,
I can hardly reach the skies.

At this very moment,
I end my night,
with one good cry.