You groan,
Ask for more minutes to extend your sleep,
You keep hearing your name being called,
"Wake up you're gonna be late"
Next is the chirping sound of the birds outside your window as you finally get awake.
Coffee, freshly cooked sunny side up and bread mixing in the air as you lazily go down the stair.
Still feeling sleepy,
Tired from the homework,
Or tired from staying up doing god knows what.
Nostalgia's been fucking me,
Makes me wanna fantasize on going back to past.
Simpler and more fun.
School, homeworks, friends and stupid things.
Nostalgia's fucking me,
Its a mix of lie and bliss,
Just like how and ignorance and innocence are.
Just like how my nostalgia is.
YOU ARE READING
Scribbles
Randomhi, if you ever came across Scribble, this book contains my feelings, my thoughts- basically my confession that I chose to be kept with me and be written. But as I want to share what I have, my unvoiced voices. Maybe I can have people relate if not...
