… on a sleepy Monday morning…
I wish I were home so I could lock myself up in my room and sleep.
I wish it were busy again so I won’t have time to be sleepy. My eyes are half-closed now.
I wish I lived somewhere nearby so I won’t have to shove people around in MRT during rush hour.
I wish many people won’t have to suffer because of one’s selfishness. Things are not easy, but it’s relatively simple.
I wish everybody is able to face reality and just wake up. Stop looking over a solution that is already in plain sight.
I wish somebody would just listen to me without taking everything I say as an argument. I might just shut up altogether to make things easier.
I wish people would stop being judgmental. What’s the point of being unique when you are branded as a stereotype? It may make things easier because of categorizing, but does it make this world a better place? I don’t think so.
I wish it would rain. It’s funny that I feel so elated when the rain starts pouring. Thunder and lightning on a rainy night just made my weekend.
I think I’ll just eat you, my dear chicken pesto sandwich. Thank you for listening. You have been such great company.
