the pink diary

I glanced out of the window and stared up to the sky

the sky was painted in impossible blue

and the white clouds synchronizes the peaceful panorama...

For a second my mind flew,

leaving my body dead without a single thought and action.

It was flashbacks inside my medulla oblongata,

on how things are going so far.

I found kabazillion stuff happening in the past 17 years.

It might not be detailed, and I found myself astounding little facts.

The soft pink diary with furry cinnamon roll pen

suddenly caught my eyesight,

it sends immediate nerve signals

to my axon and dendron, reaches my motor cell

and command my albino-ish right hand

to pick it up and read.

There is nothing but an old entry entitled “The Day”

I eww on how adrenaline-secreting the title was,

nevertheless, the content succeeded in making me grin

and weep at the same time.

I recalled those heart-throbbing momentums

and I told myself “future here I come”.