x = y
x, i’ll be waking up to find myself facing a pair of closed eyes.
y, a smile will come up to my face because i will realize how blessed i am.
x, i will have the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, but
y, i’ll have someone to spend it with.
x, waiting would only be something that i could find if i turn my head back, because
y, i would find exactly what i’m looking for.
x ≠ y
but x seems to be a day, a month, a year too far.
y is anything but a reality; it is nothing but a wish.
i’m hoping, x, i will meet you,
and y, i might even realize that i have already
but for now, x and i will have to wait
and as for y, here’s to hoping it won’t come late
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it’s 2:47 and i should be sleeping.
it’s 2:47 but i am awake.
it’s 2:47 and i feel adrenaline rushing through my veins.
it’s 2:47 and i am daydreaming.
it’s 2:47 and for the longest time, i have not felt such a flow of optimism going through me.
it’s 2:47 and i think about the future, what’s to come, what’s next. who knows? there will be pain, but i don’t think about it. i think about the excitement, the butterflies, the falling… just, everything.
it’s 2:47 and i realize positivity has taken over. but who can i blame?
it’s 2:47 and i am alive. i feel great (although i probably won’t feel the same in a few hours. read first line).
it’s 2:47 and i cannot wait. i cannot wait for the next time i will be excited, the next time i’ll feel butterflies; moreover, i cannot wait for the next time i’ll actually feel this positive.
it is now 2:48.
i smile to myself and i close my eyes.