By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
As the sun shines through the
windows,
I haven’t even gotten up yet,
A mind so empty, inside its so
hollow,
Warmth and mosquitoes were met.
Staring so intently, and only to it,
Useless thoughts barge from the past,
The present wraps it solely like
a gift,
An unexpected surprise exploring within.
I’m only sitting yet it feels like I’m floating,
Possibly trying to stay on the ground,
I was hooked as I remembered,
Bounding me to this place was life.
