and this is where i sit waiting, tapping my fingers on the hard plastic table and pressing the keys madly, hoping the words would come out right and disassemble the thoughts in my head. in another routine of a day that consisted of hourly meetings, classes that never gave much knowledge, and breaks of food that tasted of too much oil and artificiality, i steal all the time i could into thinking what really mattered and what has kept me going despite the mundanity of it all.
when all that i have kept my transparent eyes on are the monochromes on the vibrant canvas of life, making silly excuses as to why the world is doomed to drown in discontent and why i draw a missile on the top of my head, it doesn't surprise me as much as to why i have been finding myself locked up inside a cell of a dorm, refusing to go out and deal.
and so this is when i have decided i should start to learn, not just from the shortcomings that people make, but the virtues that give them the strength to redeem themselves off of these mistakes. to give credit where it is due and accept that some things remain lost in the streams of the past, while others are piled away in the future, and there are those that we gain only now, as the seconds tick off into minutes and the minutes into hours.
because this is where i am now. where i'm supposed to be on mondays, pressing keys one after the other, hoping that the words came out right, as well as the program i am supposed to be making.
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