I can’t wait for the day I’ll want to brush my teeth. For the day I get out of bed, shower and not feel like I just climbed a mountain range. I can’t wait to appreciate the yearning, for it’ll mean I finally want something again.

I can’t wait for the day I’ll write about joy because it illuminates my entire being. For the day I’ll smile and I won’t feel like I’m contributing to oceanic pollution. To tell you my secrets, the ones I used to get through the day. I just have to figure them out first.

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Twitter: @wangithi

Wangithi is an upcoming writer who considers themselves a student of life and writes about the human experience. Loves music, and loves to dance, among other art forms.