Indira Kesari

I’m in an empty room full of dust. Because there's no motivation, confidence, and a shed of light.

My mind is as blurry as my vision when I put my glasses off.
I’m going to search for my actual box to fit in, since there are so, so many boxes of distractions.
They mix with anxiety and pessimism that has built in my head. I hope they wont wreak havoc.

Yet I’m still thinking about how I am going to survive, but without even try to pull myself out of those self-destructing boxes and intend to evolve in my own style.

Different thoughts come every minute, nonetheless, I do the exact similar things day by day.

As a fresh graduated senior highschooler, the ingredients in my bowl of mind isn't far from the dilemma of what will I do for a living.

But, wait. Are these what old people think of?

Well, I guess it’s a normal thing for this 17 years old weirdo to have sort of like, adult way of thinking. Though there are still fractions of middle-school soul alive here inside my body. 

But despite of all these random thinking, I am grateful over every beat of my heart, every air I breathe in, every laughter of people around, every second happens in life, health, safety, good foods and comfortable bed.

I’m going to decor this room of life with everything I have in life, with these colorful paint of my feeling.
because I’m blessed.

P.S: Hope you have a great day and not go through what I go through today. Luh ya.