a tea soaked page to dry

And so its time to flip this page of self plotted fairy tale to its end. This is to close a chapter I stubbornly wrote with my dreams and expectations.

Now, a new page awaits me. A tea soaked page too long waiting for a poetic beginning, for as long as I was figuring how to continue the stories of the current chapter. But when this new page dries up, a new chapter of dream will be plot.

I will have more spacebars between my words and a bigger font size to plot a less ambitious story for this new unnamed chapter. 

I will go to sleep tonight and wake up to a new reality.

Good night to you, the dedicated pen of the current chapter. A pen of thoughts coated with sweat of anxiety and a final touch of a fine layer of courage.

This is one chapter that I will revisit for its happy moments. Ones that made me smile as I author and teared as I scribble.