I've had a marvelous weekend. Up till ten o'clock tonight that is. Spent the past three days with my amazing parents, who I've missed more than summer air misses the fall breeze. I must admit, i absolutely love when the parents come up for multiple reasons. First, the first embrace of the visit. Probably one of the most comforting tangible experiences i receive. Second, conversion, of course. Third, the food. I love to be fed, considering I don't have ample time to eat in college, nor do I really feel attracted to college food. Tomorrow they'll drop me back off at my dorm and my family-less college life will continue once more, besides the ample calls I expectedly dial, of course. Biology test tomorrow. A hard one. Started studying at 10 and four cups of coffee later, it is now...4:15? Awesome. I love losing sleep over a subject that has absolutely no relevance to my already insignificant major. But no biggie. I'm just a room away from my parents, which surprisingly makes studying much easier. I probably sound like quite a family-attached kid. Honestly, I'm really not...well, i haven't been in the past. My love for my family gets stronger and stronger every day as i increasingly realize, they are the ONLY people that will never leave my side. No matter what, MY best interest is in the heart. I'm their baby and the last thing they want is to bring any kind of confusion or pain into my life. My mother is my best friend. My father is my biggest role model. I have great parents. Enough said. Oh, but i can't forget my sister. The one person in the world whom no other bond could top. I'd do anything for her and i know she'd always have my back. Though I miss her so, i can only pray our relationship will get stronger, even if we see each other less (because of our hectic schedules and what not). Anyways. Now that I threw that out there.
Decided to write something a little more light-hearted...maybe a bit easier to understand. I don't think this one will require you to get inside of my head to understand. It kinda has something to do with...eh...Mornings: the unescapable and always returning.
Woke up too early
A bed made for a casket
Cartoons too dumb and dull
Roadrunners colliding
Tea burns my lips
Salt turns into rubber
Smoke burns my lungs
Clouds unlike cotton candy
Burning, burning, burning
Soap can disengage the strongest of dirt ties
Splish, splash the water on my face
Riding to exhibit knowledge
The only wisdom playground I deny
Voices too loud, lectures too long
Escaping is a joke—without a laughing audience
Weaving tutorials at noon
Stringing to be unstrung
Just like life and all its existence
Coming to a close
Reflect to the beginning
Crosswords and word searches
Thoughtfully resting beneath my lead
What an exciting morning I own
This watered-down orange juice will routinely hither
My umbrella toothpick protects a striped straw
That’s more shelter than I expect
But what is the point of expectations?
Mornings come, wanted or not
Once a day we experience the first choice
To escalate or decline
An aspect that remains valuable
For each footstep of the risen will coincide
So let’s hope for all sanity
That this will be a good morning.
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