I awakened. Felt as though i got shot in the head. Its already dawn. Grabbed my towel and moved on to the toilet. Under cold water, i shivered and silently screamed. All my thoughts rushed back to home. Dragged myself back to the four walls and changed into clothes. The usual order, jeans and some random shirt stored in a dampy cupboard. Just the other day, a silver fish swam across my tees. Horrified and disgusted. URGH, i used to think silver fishes ceased to exist in books and nowhere else. Stepped out of my room. Headed to classes. By nightfall, i rediscovered my maroon bed.
That was yesterday and that routine goes on and on every single day *throws hands up*
When i walk to class,
When i have to drag myself up that hill-like road,
I wonder how do you survive these routine and planned life?
Because i can't, i need air.
I can't contain myself in this box.
Do you ever think that there could be more than this?
You sit there thinking that this is it. That is all. Nothing more. How do you do that?
That was yesterday and that routine goes on and on every single day *throws hands up*
When i walk to class,
When i have to drag myself up that hill-like road,
I wonder how do you survive these routine and planned life?
Because i can't, i need air.
I can't contain myself in this box.
Do you ever think that there could be more than this?
You sit there thinking that this is it. That is all. Nothing more. How do you do that?
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