Beautiful world... [Pt. 6]

You return to your seat... relieved from the eyes of embarrassment, but the drowsiness is still there, you weren't able to shake it off, till now... your eyes glued to your desk, you cant help yourself but feel sleepy again...

You feel the eyes of your teacher close to you, but he doesn't do anything, your eyes stuck...

going through your dream, as your stare into nothing...

your head half dreaming...

On your way to school, you see the field of your school... the soccer field...

The sight of it made you relax, as you kept walking towards the inside of the school, the feeling of your sleepiness bringing you backwards...

Participating on the soccer club is the only way to avoid seeing your parents fighting, the sight you couldn't stare for long, made you decide to attend the soccer club, until night time...

once again, you feel your dream moving backwards...


The morning street, where you used to walk all the time going to school, the empty quiet street, made you more drowsy, even the heat doesn't help much to keep you fully awake, you accepted the heat as a comforting blanket, as you drag your feet across the clean cement....

you feel lonely, as no one was there to walk with you...

You have friends... but not the one's you would bond with too much... you haven't changed...


At last.. you look at the sky, your eyes pointing towards the city, the blue clear sky, you know your dad work somewhere over there, but you never raise the topic, your neighbor bidding you 'hi' and 'take care' which you bid them back happily....

You felt happy for a moment, after hearing something positive after a while

Beautiful world... [Pt. 5]

Have you ever been, the one to wake up alone, and get ready for school alone? always the one to leave school first, despite the silent snore of your family, from the next room? the one to wake up to open the mailbox, to see what news that they store for you...

the type to carry your dirty bag, without anyone telling you to wash it, that uniform you always wear everyday, that you always clean every night, the type of person to leave alone, despite your companions present in the household.....



To walk to school alone, to enter the school, the guard watching you...

Just to see the corridor empty, meaning nothing else but the fact your late again...

The feeling of your leather shoes, tapping against the floor never felt so clear in your entire life, it was too quiet for a school, because you still haven't left your world, your head still drugged from sleepiness, the events last night, was too much for you....

But you couldn't help yourself, but just walk...


Opening the door, to your classroom, you see students sharply tentative to what the school teacher is saying, absorbing everything he says, the class ignoring you...

The teacher eyes you, and from that he can tell you haven't sleep so well recently, for a moment time stops, as you expect the students to look at you, but no...

They look at their notebooks, scribbling down notes...

You were able to breath once again, as you begin to walk to your seat...