Someday Soon
light filters through the shades
and my heart starts to pound;
i am awake,
and my consciousness burns.
touch is sensitive.
sheets around my legs feel cool and comforting,
and my mind swirls.
today is a day like all the others--
breakfast, school, lunch, school, home, sleep
breakfast, school, lunch, school, home, sleep
breakfast, school, lunch, school, home, sleep.
my vision is blurred as my eyelids submit.
i see the windows, hear movement outside.
it's as if i'm transported:
a cosy apartment in a busy little town.
plants hanging from the ceiling,
music playing from a stereo in the background.
my mug of tea is hot, and i sip it calmly.
he is making breakfast in the kitchen.
i'm on the balcony, watching the world wake up.
it's early. i don't mind.
life is busy. i don't mind.