tomorrow

Tonight, as I put my buttocks on the floor of my room, I felt goddamn tired. Tired of smiling. Tired of looking happy. Tired of showing fake passion.
I wanted to scream out. Wanted to run away from reality. Wanted to do something impulsive.
But then I realized. Romo Mangun's story.
I stretched a smile again.
That's all I got.
Since having a pretty face is out of the option.

Then I remembered. Maya Angelou's poem.
I stretched another smile.
Every woman is phenomenal in her own way.

Not to mention the stories my friends had
I stretched my smile again
I needed a bigger heart to absorb all of them.

What am I complaining about, anyway?
My job? be it. Tomorrow's another day.
My life? be it. Tomorrow's another story.
My problems? Be it. Tomorrow's another hectic situation.

I'm just not doing so great these days.
Hopefully I can still cover it up with a smile.
And tomorrow's a brand new day!

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TiQi Bo