I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing … Continue reading I hear you.
Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle... ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?! … Continue reading Good morning.
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??
Loving her was like waking up early on a Sunday morning; you have nothing to do but stroll about until something comes up. You regret being awake, you're irritated because you can't go back to sleep.