I’m talking to you,
Whosoever that is in front of the glass,
Or from whoever’s mouth.
Why are you reading this?
Is it to get some motivation?
Perhaps just to grate time?
I don’t really care.
At this point,
You might be guessing,
“Where is the core message?”
I don’t have it.
I’m just writing to fulfill my daily task,
I’m quite exhausted,
I could not rest,
I was lured to waste my time on my phone,
Watching needless stuffs,
Just to waste my time,
As if my body was emitting a certain toxic
To hinder my progress,
To make me feel abject submission.
“You are making excuses for yourself,
“Why not just get your ass up,
And start doing the things that you are supposed to do?”
Those phrases were vulturing around me
I did not learn.
Not at all.
I just love to bow down to adversaries,
To not be myself,
To submit myself to the devil which take my time,
A day gone inside the 6’x2′.
Why am I doing this to myself?
“Why are you doing this to yourself?”