Morning
The alarm clock hasn't gone off yet. When I opened my eyes, my first thought was not a new day, but last night's unfinished homework and upcoming group presentation. The crack in the ceiling looked at it for two years, like my increasingly clear and blurry future.
I lay motionless, listening to my even breathing. The silence was brief, quickly filled with a day of lessons, clubs, relationships. Only then could it be confirmed how much solitude was needed to repair the cheerful and talkative self in front of people.
Sit up and take a deep breath. The person in the mirror is still a little confused, but has reached for the toiletries. Growth is probably like this - acting first in confusion, slowly finding answers in action. The faucet is turned on, cold water is splashed on the face, and a new day begins.





















































