I have a Literature exam tomorrow, and here I am sleepless.
Why today? Why now?
Sometimes, it’s as if the answer is right out there except that I can’t see it. I can feel it. I know, I really know, that it’s there.
But there is something which holds it back from coming out in the open.
Come on City, why aren’t your lights glowing?
Come on City, I’m not beyond repair. Cracked, yes. Broken, no.
P.S. 86 years is a very long time.
NO NO NO