Just came back from school and despite my bio exam tomorrow, I sit here idly, typing on my tablet while watching master chef as if I have the time of the world in my possession. I've been procrastinating as usual only I press the pedals of my brain when I do have a textbooks in my grasp. It just started raining and I feel myself transitioning into my more creative right side of my brain. Too not concede to worse temptations this past weeks (ex: like right now), I've tried to focus on playing around with taking photos, reading a couple of pages of any novels nearby where I study or just anything that doesn't involve the internet in general.
I obviously haven't got anything more of favourable substance for you to read but if you don't mind, I leave a poem to this post.
Cold hands, etched with warm veins
She desires the euphoria
to run through them and take reins
For silence again came to her
Its presence made noise
like band of horses made err
Sober still though
was the hero within
she managed to avoid make sin
Rain came and comfort her instead
and she was reminded of October
Thinking Victorians maybe true
As the heavens misses the living all over
And the falling drops were whispering to she
"My thoughts are with you"
She desires the euphoria
to run through them and take reins
For silence again came to her
Its presence made noise
like band of horses made err
Sober still though
was the hero within
she managed to avoid make sin
Rain came and comfort her instead
and she was reminded of October
Thinking Victorians maybe true
As the heavens misses the living all over
And the falling drops were whispering to she
"My thoughts are with you"
