Bitterness often fills my mouth. Darkness often clouds my eyes. Nonchalant, uncaring, detached behaviour. I wake up only to sit for hours. My brain melts, the wheel stops turning. My smile fades, wrinkles prevented.
I look at the mess around me, tidy up my desk. Windex, my dearest friend, you protect me from the overwhelming mess surrounding me. Isn't it the norm to tidy up before leaving? Like with apartments, or when visiting a friends' house? Surrounded by a lack of civility, common sense no longer exists.
Everyday I sit for hours, waiting to get up once more. Everyday I wake up a slave to money, who's only purpose is to sit on a stiff chair for eight hours. I wait and I wait until the time for freedom is there. That last hour seems so much more than an hour, 10 hours, they'll make anyone suffer, tic toc.
My only comfort is music. Music revitalizes me. It clears my clouded vision, brings rainbow waves from my ears to my brain, brings me back to life. Music: Magic. My sanity, music helps me keep. And the hours fly, and my fingers wander on these letters, and my mind gets lost in the charms of melodies. A bitter song comprehends my mood, a happy song improves it, the melancholy I can't express I pass through music, the rage the joy the pain the amazement. Music brings calm and peace, reduces stress, wrinkles prevented.