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I could spend a minute writing a decent description of myself so you could understand me better. But fuck, are you worth my time?
Today’s morning was beautiful, some how there was this serene, peaceful aura at dawn that left me feeling contented and a calm sensation weaving through my bones. Last night ended well too, lying on a bed, watching the sunset slowly glow bright to orange to gold, while texting some of my favorite people to text at the moment, sipping a warm milo and having some toast. Followed by a lunar eclipse minus vampires and werewolves, first in my 21 coming 22 years of life, but I hope not the last.
I appreciate nature, so maybe that’s why the eclipse seemed beautiful in its own alluring way. As though the moon finally came to life for once instead of looking like a mega star close to us in the solar system. I’m the kind of guy who would live on a farm ride horses breed chickens and feed pigs. Yet I’m the kind of lazy that would not want to clear weeds dump rubbish or clean the house.
On mornings as such I’d like scrambled and bacon. With toast and tea, no coffee. Coffee is for the sleep deprived energy gurus with hustle and bustle in their lives, not for relaxing mornings where you can inhale the crisp in the air. On mornings as such I don’t want to open a browser tab and see Facebook updates on Korean concerts, beach parties, or what happened to some random people last night, not to mention football… No, its a total bummer, like a pothole in the road paved by stones of serenity.
There’s the pluses to scrolling the newsfeed too, like the smile on my face when a friend posts about Murakami, coupled with the satisfying thought that there’s still hope that some people out there would still sip tea with me with scrambled and bacon while I silently read a borrowed Kafka on the Shore. *hint*
Read the title again.
