my sleep was nonsensical. the wake up in between was farcically irritating. the curtain wasn't bold enough to shield the determined sun. in a flick, my room became a battlefield of raging sun-rays and i could feel an army of gleam swording the corner of my eyes. ah i needed the sleep. the timid enthusiasm left in my nerves managed to drag the entire system out of bed. class awaits. thankfully, this particular class sits me at an escape rather than a jail of robots.
a beautiful embodiment of chaos. that has to be the phrase of the day. we were discussing the work of Paul Muldoon. a subtle villanelle which encapsulates a mismatch of emotions. i couldn't get my mind of the embodiment. it's been a chaos but a directed one.
i kept playing never gonna leave this bed by Maroon 5. just the irony over the thursday i've had. it's half an hour past four. very unlikely for the sun to still be enraged this season. let's have a parallel of selfish and gratitude. the sun's extending its amiableness towards the moon.
