Dark room without a single light.
Only the glow of my phone screen proves I'm awake in the night.
My eyelids are heavy,
but I fight them,
and I move my fingers to open my nose.
Day two and a flickering cursor.
My second day with nothing written.
An empty page that I don't think anything can fill.
How must I live tomorrow?
Where must I begin?
Waking up early,
out of bed by 6am.
Maybe this won't amount too much,
but I won't let someone else write for me.
I'll write what my day two will be.
My second day that I must live on my own.
This is the real beginning of a world on my own.
