.3:60pm.
In
my room,
It is always
nightime.
The
lines
where
the ceiling
end and where
the walls begin have
become my own
little version of
Manila skyline.
The one
and
only
light bulb
likes to be those
twinkling little stars. The
light from my mouse, mobile
phone, and everything else pretend
to be lamp posts guiding me
home to sleep and make
me forget that outside
my room, it is still
daytime and not
yet nighttime.
Still waiting
for the sun
to come
in my
room
tho.
Tilt your head to the right. I think that can pass as a more realistic Manila skyline than my plain straight ceiling edges.
my room,
It is always
nightime.
The
lines
where
the ceiling
end and where
the walls begin have
become my own
little version of
Manila skyline.
The one
and
only
light bulb
likes to be those
twinkling little stars. The
light from my mouse, mobile
phone, and everything else pretend
to be lamp posts guiding me
home to sleep and make
me forget that outside
my room, it is still
daytime and not
yet nighttime.
Still waiting
for the sun
to come
in my
room
tho.
Tilt your head to the right. I think that can pass as a more realistic Manila skyline than my plain straight ceiling edges.
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