Wake up late,
Dazing at the ceiling,
Swiping the screen of my phone,
Can't identify this feeling,
Bored,
That all I could think about,
Rereading a story makes me want to make a story,
It will take a long time,
And that makes me worry,
To be a future of a never completed story,
Making a floor plan in the middle of the night,
Energized body needs an outlet at the time,
That's why I move my body as I seemly dazed at the yellow wall,
Wondering first what should I be thinking for the night,
First it was laughing at the funny scenes of read stories,
Alone in my room some people might think I am crazy,
Imagining many things,
I pity myself because of the future I will be having,
Need to have a complete and structured idea to fight the protesting,
Of a Father who's resistant to having another chaos and changing,
And a self with a tendencies to be flighty while process and progressing,
Glad to have a Brother who's great at overseeing,
The same Brother is sleeping almost until midday,
Little Brother did you mess up your body clock again today,
We are in the middle of holiday,
Should I be glad that you are sleeping late without using the AC?
You take my advice the wrong way,
Now I have come to wake you up again today,
But I do not want to make this into a disastrous day,
Trying my best to be not toxic in the relationship,
But if you do not wake up it will be hard for me to stand it,
Give me a break and just wake up,
Staring at my Laptop screen,
Suddenly I am dizzy,
I should have put on my anti radiation glasses you see,
But I am to lazzy,
What should I do about this habit in me,
- From the one who recorded her memories until midday,
End.
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Poet of Everday
PuisiI gave this to myself, On the thoughts that I have on my everyday, The little pieces that finally pieced together, To be the chapter of today, I warn you thou, A topic you might not like this will be, A topic about my christianity, Life, where I exp...
