#master's dissertation

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

The worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

We're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

IT'S DONE!! july 2021

So you are in your bed on your laptop and you smell something great. You are tempted to go see what it is to eat it.

Time go by. You are hungry. Your brother join you on your bed. You ask him if he did the cake you smelled earlier. He confirms he made a chocolate cake.

You decide to go eat a slice of cake that you will bring back to your bed and laptop.

Once on you feet you see that your water bottle is empty so you take it to fill it.

On the way you see your reflection on the mirror. You decide to braid your hair. You need a hair tie. You put the bottle of water down in the middle of the hallway to remember it. You find a hair tie and braid your hair.

You go back to bed and knock the water bottle down. Thanks brain now you go in the kitchen to fill it.

In the kitchen and since you are hungry you take a slice of cake. You eat it in the kitchen while thinking about a lot of different stuff. You fill your water bottle and go back to bed.

On the way, you find your glasses that you took off in front of the mirror in the hallway where you decided to braid your hair.

You finally go back to bed. Without the cake since you ate it. But with braids and a half empty water bottle.

Your laptop screen is black. Because you thought it would be a quick trip to the kitchen. It wasn't.

Now you have to go back to your Master's dissertation. But you stare at the black screen for a moment while emptying your water bottle.

Now you have eaten. You have drank. You did your hair. But your document is still not written even if you have all the idea. Because each time you think about the next sentence you think about a million of other things.

It's now 5am and I've been at it on and off since 3pm. Just got halfway through it.

My mother : you're a badass heroine and you can do whatever you set your mind to do. I'll let you sleep as long as you want when you're done.

My father : are you really sure? You should go to bed. Do you need anything, can I do something for you?

My siblings : see ya later, loser.