15. The Chronichle of a Creative Single Introvert (100in100).

The newly born rays of the sun gradually kissing every wall of your room which has now been bathing in silence for what seems like an eternity.

And you don’t seem to bother.

Why bother when the swirling of your mind is replacing up every uncomfort silence threats you with?!

Thoughts altering from popping reminders of the certified procrastinator that you are to waves of missing him to fireworks of how you could make masterpieces out of this mess.

You have those moments for yourself before the day hustle wakes up and spoils your early hopefullness of the world.

Then the night comes and you keep switching your bed lamp on and off as if the light keeps you company then you decide that you can make it through the dark before craving company again and switching it on.

On and off.On and off.