FANTASY WHILE REALITY

Mama, believe me, it ain't my fault. It is them again. I'm not the one who invites them. They get hold of me and never leave! I try every day, but all I could do is nothing to get rid of em.

Trust me, I start with an intention to sip up the whole syllabus at one go. The first half an hour is of less trouble, but then all at once, I turn into Pablo Picasso the moment my eyes get hold of the pictures after the blessed time. His genes pop up in my blood out of the blue, WOAH- you hafta see the way my fingers dance. I can turn Harry into Louis and then Louis to Zayn!!! That's marvelous, right?! I don't know if it's something to be proud of, but I have drawn better pictures in my history book than in my art note. When all is said and done, I take a whale of time to appreciate myself for my dedication and hard work that I've shown towards my masterpiece. It doesn't end until I brag ‘bout it to my friends the next day.

Well, nothing is done on purpose as it just happens. Just like that.

When I'm completely overwhelmed with my abilities, the thought of studying knocks on the door to my consciousness. I never refuse to let them in, but something else rushes towards my stupid little brain before they could, the celebrity gossip. OMG! I care about the people who I stan more than they themselves could. My level of foolishness reaches its peak once I start debating with nobody but myself, that there's no one better than my favs, which is something very similar to a court scene, but the only difference here is that I'm the wrangler as well as the decision-make, where the decision lights my face with the best smile available in me!

Suddenly I hear this vibing train heading towards the same ditch the celebrity gossips fell in. Umm...it hits so hard that it starts with a bang, yeah I meant the tunes, I start with Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm; with a little shake in my head, rising up from the seat, pushing myself all around the room with my bedsheet as the royal mantle, being the most dramatic I could be. After my royal mantle is done sweeping the floor, I fall on the bed which is so heavenly that it makes me fall on loop thirsting to feel another second of paradise. Tired of it, I get myself dozed off. Waking up to say my day-to-day slogan, "I WILL WORK IT ALL OUT TOMORROW."


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