Exams dawn upon them as he looks forward to the coming week with examinations in mind. He shudders, prior to this test set before him. The coming papers come with questions which he has no answers for; for which, he would be staring blankly at them, hoping for a miracle. But miracles don't happen so easily, don't they? He tests himself once more.
Trouble and difficulty has been riddling in this life of his for awhile. But yet, he could never get used to it; his heart sinks at every moment challenged. The SVN never failed to revive the heart to give it light to start again. He will stand up and continue the challenge. Such miracles of perseverance; why not today? He looked to the clock and fell asleep. His heart sank at the pending tasks at hand; yet, he slumps back to sleep. His fire vanished slowly, spark by spark. Oh dear, where is the flame that once kept him burning at the zenith?
He wakes up to guilt. To the feeling that he should be doing something more. He sits. Yet, he stares blankly at the wall ahead of him despite the papers in hand. Circumstances contradict his aim and the former wins. He sat watching the bright morning, sniffing the air which was flavoured with the heat from the sun. He closes his eyes and was reminded again of the pending tasks at hand. He opens them and looks to the sun; it's still bright. I have all day. He smiles and closes his eyes again.
He predicts a nightfall of guilt. He predicts that despite attaining happiness, he had failed in few other aspects of his life. He decides to make a promise to himself and the words he play; to persevere tomorrow; to rekindle the fire of before. Yet, looking at how circumstances had dictated the previous day, his optimism would dissipate. However, his faith would then hold him strong to his strength, to his will. He finally closes his eyes, reminding himself that the next day will be a busy one. And with that, his day would end. Sleep was comforting, with a different type of fire in mind. One which would keep his heart warm all night.
Trouble and difficulty has been riddling in this life of his for awhile. But yet, he could never get used to it; his heart sinks at every moment challenged. The SVN never failed to revive the heart to give it light to start again. He will stand up and continue the challenge. Such miracles of perseverance; why not today? He looked to the clock and fell asleep. His heart sank at the pending tasks at hand; yet, he slumps back to sleep. His fire vanished slowly, spark by spark. Oh dear, where is the flame that once kept him burning at the zenith?
He wakes up to guilt. To the feeling that he should be doing something more. He sits. Yet, he stares blankly at the wall ahead of him despite the papers in hand. Circumstances contradict his aim and the former wins. He sat watching the bright morning, sniffing the air which was flavoured with the heat from the sun. He closes his eyes and was reminded again of the pending tasks at hand. He opens them and looks to the sun; it's still bright. I have all day. He smiles and closes his eyes again.
He predicts a nightfall of guilt. He predicts that despite attaining happiness, he had failed in few other aspects of his life. He decides to make a promise to himself and the words he play; to persevere tomorrow; to rekindle the fire of before. Yet, looking at how circumstances had dictated the previous day, his optimism would dissipate. However, his faith would then hold him strong to his strength, to his will. He finally closes his eyes, reminding himself that the next day will be a busy one. And with that, his day would end. Sleep was comforting, with a different type of fire in mind. One which would keep his heart warm all night.
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