God’s wonder child

We spend 60 minutes, 24 hours 84 days and 12 weeks wishing we were on holidays, dreaming that somehow in our poor deprived lives in study suddenly all ended and we’re at Paris drinking coffee and eating those awesome icing cakes that they’re known for. Its been 3 days and I’m tapping my finger tips against the desk on which I have my elbows pressed against. There are only 3 more days until work closes and I’ll be roaming around jobless for 3 weeks. Not that I’ll miss it. Maybe I can finally treat some people the way friends should treat each other. Not as a fellow classmate.