Waking up. Sometimes I wonder what it means—what it brings, rather. Opening the eyes, starting the day, getting by. Surviving. Sometimes it amazes me why I still do that. Somehow it amazes me how I’ve managed so far, to think I don’t need coffee every day unlike most people. To think I don’t need to get up early and have a waltz with traffic, unlike most working adults.
A love that is selfless and true; one that makes you feel good about yourself and the world, is the kind of love I think we deserve. (Written: 02May2018)
“Hey hey, Emi. I found an interesting stuff.” The taller college student in a long shirt and mini shorts gets up from the bed as she announces the news to her roommate. The said roommate is at her desk; currently busy writing a paper due two weeks from now.