My weak eyes slowly push themselves open.
Light slithers through the splits.
Undermining my incoherent cornea.
Manipulating my apathetic mindset.
My stiff muscles stretch as the optimistic birds tweet.
My delicate palms clutch onto my mattress.
My body mindlessly lifts itself up.
A potentially-rich day awaits.
Waiting for my struggling body to grasp the inherent prospects of the present.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:30 AM UTC
My weak eyes slowly push themselves open.
Light slithers through the splits.
Undermining my incoherent cornea.
Manipulating my apathetic mindset.
My stiff muscles stretch as the optimistic birds tweet.
My delicate palms clutch onto my mattress.
My body mindlessly lifts itself up.
A potentially-rich day awaits.
Waiting for my struggling body to grasp the inherent prospects of the present.
