The morning breeze cooled my skin as i took that cold hard air into my lungs, breathing out of my sleepiness. All i could remember was that unexpected 6.30 call. I wanted to take my bike though, eventually i remembered its being locked up at the back thanks to dad's security purposes.  

The cars whooshed by like nobody's business, although it felt like those recent happenings slipping pass one by one, and now im seeing them in form of cars, lorries alike. Not that i liked it though, and doesn't mean i hate it. The feelings neutral, i understand all so perfectly its just part of life. Sitting by the window pane, many walked past strangely; so many different moods. Then i began to wonder, what about mine?

I took my order to fill my morning call, that aroma was enough to make me drool. It never did occur to me not until that day, that somehow i realized i was in love with the morning sun. Being watched under the eye of heaven; knowing that it feels kinda safe doesn't it? In the worlds clockwork, things just work and work and work, everyones with ya; come to think of it; you won't be feeling that loneliness much. Im living in a world filled with many other humans just like me. Yes im safe yet in a crazy world.

I furnished my day with a thick book of chemistry, trying hard to stuff impossible data into my head in an overly short amount of time. Im not so sure of the results, cause the moment i opened my chemistry paper, i felt like throwing it in the bin; i felt useless. Many hours i took liberty in day dreams, staring at beautiful's. I can't believe mickey mouse is the only thing i could remember after all that studying especially when they ask of atoms. Of Ebony and Ivory, my time of youth seems wasted bathing in dreams of bright morning sun; i ought to do something before i turn grey in the eyes of heaven....