im thinking of typing a message, a quick one, a short one.
a short one that can sum up everything ive thought about today.

you'll read it only ten days later, but it is important.
it'll keep a record, below it'll says, 5th August Tuesday, 8.30PM
and they will accumlate, 6th August, 7th August, 8th, 9th, 10th.
tomorrow, tomorrow's tommorow, it'll get stronger. or weaker? i dont know.

oh, do you know its Tuesday today? If you dont, its Tuesday today
Tuesday, the day when i have art practicals
and I'll complain how tired and exhausted I am with something i love,
like love, you know.


little things revolve around us each day, so little that they dont seem to matter.
they make everyday the same you know?
and that makes us tired, it really does.

we're wasting our youths away, we should be running on fields, drawing dandelions and dreaming about the future.
we want to fly, we want to make differences, we should, we should change the world.
success stems from school, the grown ups say, get an education, serve the nation. then you'll all be well.

i go to school
i squint on tiny letters on screens, and take little naps during lectures i dislike.
i laugh with people, i argue with them, sometimes with myself.
at times i hate myself. but i still live, we both do.

hello, so how are the greens?
how does it smell there, and is the dark so black that you cant see your hands?
it is dark too, here, when i turn off the lights.
sometimes its dark too, even when the lights are on.
i am not afraid though, i promised not to be.

today's number 10.