The morning is cold and my fingernails are starting to take a bluish hue; I take it as a cue for a short break from a night-long composing of my final year project report. I am well aware that the dizzy semi-conscious state I am now in is entirely my own fault for procrastinating. The knowledge doesn't bother me much yet as I have picked up a steady pace of progress throughout the night. I'm confident I can make the deadline. That said, I turn the fan off and put the kettle on for some tea. Morning tea seems a bit off but my caffeine buds tell me that they aren't quite in the mood for coffee at the moment. Tea it is, then.
The morning is quiet and still; a welcome break from the busy and irritating noises of people, traffic, and female students. I sit at the balcony of my fourth-floor apartment and stare out at the inanimate world below and ahead of me. I curl my fingers around the hot mug of tea, letting the steam warm my face. My usual musings come to me, beckoned by the aroma of tea and the stillness of the morning. Life, death, the future, the past, the present….I take a sip of my tea. The hot liquid burns my tongue and invigorates me. The soothing sweetness stills my churning thoughts.
I don’t know what life is and I'm not sure if I ever will, but for now I am contented to think of simple thoughts such as the beauty of sunrise and the relaxing effect of tea.
TIRED...
5 years ago
