Begging for a Beginning

Begging for a beginning

My walls are just coral white

They are empty as much as my agenda is

There is a calendar hanging on the door

The day is as random as my thoughts

Days turned into hours, minutes, seconds

Until I stop knowing what day I was living in

In a hot day in summer, I change

That day, I didn’t go to work

There was no breakfast on the run

The walls in my room were filled with memories I created

I changed the routine

I love the feeling of it and now I am addicted to it

Every day should be unique

Each hour should feel it was worth it

One minute should be full of laughter

One second shouldn’t just be the tick-tock of the clock

Waking up should be the most beautiful part

I have learned to find a new beginning every day




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