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the day.

though 2021 has started 27 days ago, I felt like only until today did it start.

sleeping from the drowsiness of the day has past, I woke up feeling refreshed - the kind of feeling you would get while walking to the beach in the morning after a thunderstorm has passed by.

the day yawned from the crack of dawn with its rosy clouds floating freely and birds chirping, I'm almost late for school but who cares, I wish I can drink this beautiful scenary or submerge myself in it to get me detoxed from all the toxins that'd long been accumulated.

it's been 2 years, hasn't it?

the milestone I'd set myself on this self-development journey.

the day I rush to the bookstore during breaktime purchasing the books with all the money, all the penny I have left.

the day I attempted to really do something with my life, it all happened as if it was sudden.

however, what if time don't exist, and the history of the universe we're living in is already written, and allowing changes us made to some extent, that all repeat for millenia to come?

2 years doesn't mean anything more than a period of time, but life is a massive sand dune, and I'm glad that I'm off the old trip, on board of a brand new trip now again.

I'd turned from Mary to Lily, to Lyss and then to myself, to whatever version of myself that I can replicate in Apple Faces and visualise her in different lives in different universe.


cảm ơn dượng và mọi người, vì tất cả


the day has come, and I'm ready.


730 days, I'd quite a lot mental breakdown and existential crisis back then, but it was all worth it, cause on the 625th day, I found that rose amidst the infinite sand dunes.

I'm grateful for not giving up on the 454th day, cause if I had, probably the 625th day would never come.



27/1/2019 - 27/1/2021.



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