Light

Rush..
Hush..
Rush..

Sleep,
wake up,
sleep,
wake up..

Get busy..
Or at least kill time.

"I have to do this, I have to do that . . ."

There's not an idle time. Idle time I long for. An idle time out of this world.

But in spite of the blurry, despite the darkness, there'll always be light to guide me. There'll surely be air to breathe. Space to move, refuge to rest in.


It's true I get pressured by the time requirements. And often I end up unsuccessful at my attempt to not let it stress me.

I don't have that much stock knowledge of ways on how to detoxify, but I have my own little, simple ways to de-stress myself. They don't always serve enough.


I know this isn't the worst. It'll only take some getting used to.

In the meantime, I think I better make an effort myself to turn the lights on.