Sunday morning. Where’s the motivation??

My eyes were forcibly exposed to sunlight from the windows telling me it's morning already and I'm late. Eyelids, lazy as hell refused to open up, well, they have no choice anyway. My hands searched all over the bed to find my phone but couldn't. Time for eye and hand coordination has come but they … Continue reading Sunday morning. Where’s the motivation??

Nonsense in the mornings.

You know you moved on when you love the memories but not the person; You know you're broken when you hate the memories but love the person. The problem is I neither moved on nor am I broken. It's like a scar that's ever present but doesn't seem to bother me anymore. Memories are scarred … Continue reading Nonsense in the mornings.