I am from elongated shadows,
The nausea odor of subway crowds,
The awkward silence in elevators.
I am from unfinished homework,
Half read pages
Eager classes to catch up, with no respite.
The swelling pain of holding writing utensils.
I am from the pungent fragrance of detergent and washed clothing,
Hanging high-up waiting for the sun’s caress,
feeling slightly fresh from damps of water.
I am from unnecessary but friendly concerns,
“Are you tired?”
“It’s cold outside, wear more.”
“Is there still a strong AC at school?”
“has your wound recovered yet?”
I am from hopes and dreams,
The feeling of pride waving at you in big distance.
The feeling of “never going to achieve”
Always easy to imagine but difficult to accomplish.
I am from friends, surrounded by happiness, never being lonely.
The feeling of “you are not alone, there are people like you in this world”
I am from the sentence of “It’s okay, let’s wait for next time.”
feeling that somebody would always be on your side no matter what.