i have spent the later half of the first twenty two years in my life searching. i never expected i wouldn't find those--all my life i could easily get anything i want--but i was wrong. this isn't any mid-life crisis, i presumed, nor one of my greatest contemplations ever. it's just that, at some point in any body's life, a bitter moment shall reside upon realizing that the somewhere a certain clock ticks and no one can stop it, not even the great minds of the world.
this monday morning i woke up early probably because of the ten-hour sleep i had the previous day--or was it because i was hyped. like most of office junkies i despise mondays not only because it dissolves entirely two days of rest but because it's the beginning of another five days of toil.
like any othger september mornings, i woke up to a slightly cold breeze after the rain poured last night. apparently because of the work i have this is the first time i woke up to such sight--moist rooftops, chilly breeze, and bleak sunlight.
this monday morning i woke up early probably because of the ten-hour sleep i had the previous day--or was it because i was hyped. like most of office junkies i despise mondays not only because it dissolves entirely two days of rest but because it's the beginning of another five days of toil.
like any othger september mornings, i woke up to a slightly cold breeze after the rain poured last night. apparently because of the work i have this is the first time i woke up to such sight--moist rooftops, chilly breeze, and bleak sunlight.
