One day
You’ll forget where you live
You’ll forget your messy room
The patterns in the paint on the walls,
The shapes on the plaster on the roof you talk to sometimes when you’re all alone
The routes of ants you know about, from where they come to where they go
The baby lizard you don’t mind hanging around in the room in spite of the fact that lizards make you squeamish
You’ll forget the feeling of being short of money
Of reading menus from left to right
You’ll forget the fantasies that you dream on the bus everyday
You’ll stop ogling the cars you like and lusting for gadgets you can’t afford
You’ll never have to think about the dirty dishes and the dirty laundry
You’ll never have to carry that bag pack and look for things in its chaos all the time
You won’t have to sought out jumbled earphone wires before listening to music
you’ll forget how much your roomate’s ring-tone irritates you every single time somebody calls her
You’ll forget what it feels like to do something you don’t like or even give a damn about
You’ll forget what it feels like to yearn for time to do something you’re passionate about, something that makes you happy
You’ll forget what it feels like to be guilty for messing up things because you were scared
You’ll forget the feeling of waking up to promises you couldn’t keep
You’ll forget the feeling of owing
The debts you’re trying to make
The risks you fear won’t pay
One day everything will be okay
ONE DAY LIFE WONT BE A THINGS TO DO LIST
It won’t be about the little things that bother you right now
Or even if the list is still there
Something will be written next to number one
That something will be –Him
That one day
You can call the adrenaline rush you get every time you see him
The palpitation when he smiles at you
The dopamine flood in your system when he’s around
More than chemical and physical reactions….something more than attraction.
Till then...hold on...hoping...that someday you'll make it to his list.
