My evening was always hard.
Probably not as hard as anyone else, but no one love this period of time entirely.
Evening, when our day is about to end and time suddenly went extremely slow.
“When am I going home? I want to close my laptop so bad, but I can't. Not yet.”
So I write instead. I write things in my head and my heart (sometimes when it took control, shitty right?).
So enjoy, I guess?
Your evening
and my writings.
YOU ARE READING
Evening Cup of Tea
PoetryI want to drink coffee but my stomach says no. They said, "At least you have an iced coffee!" But those sentence is not applicable for me. Here I am, lost in thoughts, feeling unwell, but have to drink a cup of tea instead of coffee.
