A fragment of me

Finally;

I hardly get out of bed,

and it's like I muster up the courage to start a new day,

A day of endless beginnings with an infinite discipline that already puts a strain on it.

A short story of the endless beginning of a boundless routine that never seems to end.

It's as if I'm just waiting for a simple change in this heavy and oppressive morning, a kiss of an overwhelming love.

I hardly get up of bed but I don't feel like waking up,

I'm doing a superficial routine and leave in a hurry; to be late; to a place without time.

It flies and passes quickly;

I arrive home and indulge my acquaintance in the passions of life.

One glass, 2 maybe 3 and it seems like it never ends. The days are the same; and so am I, although WE change a little with every day.