The weekend was already over, somehow. I barely processed everything that happened. It's so funny how the days when we rest always seem to go faster than the ones we spend working.
I had to wake up early for class since it takes quite some time to reach the campus from where I live. I wore my outfit for today, grabbed my bag and started my walk to the bus stop. My favourite part from going to the campus is that I get to listen to music for 2 whole hours on my way there. Music just runs through my veins. Every beat, and every melody keeps me breathing.
I play my favourite song, I close my eyes, and there I see a twilight sky.
Suddenly im out of our ruthless reality, I wonder why?
Deeper into one song's symphony,
my soul soars slowly, hovering through the dreamy empyrean.
Like how swans gracefuly glide along the lake -
elegantly, melodies flow into my heart,
such a beautiful euphony can never be broken apart.
Now back to reality, the walls and skies were now filled with colors.
Every shade was perfect, gloominess was blurred,
a tune no one, but everyone has heard.
The beauty of melodies can forever be enfolded with just a word.
Eventually, many, many songs later, I reached the area of my campus. I had to walk a little bit more from the train station to reach my class, and I still had lots of time to waste, so I'd peacefully walk to the same bench I go to every morning just to enjoy the cool air for a bit.
I sat down the bench, and reached for my phone to message my parents that my classes were about to start soon. Today was going to be more of a chill day actually. Mondays are usually not that stressful academically since I only have a 2 hour session on this day of the week.
After soaking in the fresh air, I decided to head to class and just wait there instead. While waiting for the professor, I opened my phone once again and messaged Ria. "Goodmorning!" I said enthusiastically.
Surprisingly, she immediately read the message and had a more elusive reply.
"What's wrong? you silly goose." I jokingly asked.
"Oh it's nothing. It's not like I overslept, ignored my alarm, and am currently an hour late from my class or anything. Don't worry yeah?"
We both laughed. Her sarcastic tone never failed to make me giggle even if i'm not much of a morning person.
There's this line she always says, nowadays our generation uses this term a lot and we joke about it quite often. She knows that I always anticipate her saying it, because it's literally a part of her routine at this point. So, she confidently yelled, "I'M GOING TO CRASH OUT!" We exchanged laughter once again, and I told her that she should probably get going since my lecture was about to start anyways, and she was running really late. We both said our goodbyes, and officially started our day.
A few days ago, we both talked about our lives a bit. Turns out, we both live in different countries. Even though our timezones aren't that far apart, it still would've been amazing to have a friend like her, by my side, in person, especially in a pretty overwhelming environment.
We share the same sun, but different clouds drift by.
Almost like a mirrored world, where it's similar, but different birds would fly -
Two lives aligned by a distant thread,
where my thoughts are tied to where she's led.
A best friend afar, in her own place -
yet somehow, we still share one heatfelt space.
During a little break in between class, I opened my phone, and yet again, she posted another story that was over the top, in a really good way. It was her playing a similar game like 'Candy Crush' while she was in the middle of an important writing activity. She mentioned, how everyone was studying and she was there struggling with 'real' hard work.
Despite her always showing that silly, and lighthearted side during stressful moments, she always somehow knew what she was doing, and achieves such high grades no matter what.
Sometimes, I take a step back, and process just how unreal it is that somewhere in this world, she's actually a real person, with a beautifully written life filled with endless stories and creates memories with other people. For me, I feel like having online friends is a real gamble.
Some people meet each other through online games, alongside other people, and weeks later, crazy drama comes out of nowhere and the entire friendship falls apart. Other instances I've seen involve friends meeting through mutual connections, and so on and so fourth. Personally, I feel like those relationships would eventually get complicated and one can easily get sandwiched or left out. I just seemed to be really lucky and I just instantly clicked with her out of nowhere.
It's like that feeling of instantly finding the perfect movie to watch online before eating dinner. In my case, it was beyond perfect. This all felt like opening Netflix, after a really long day, wearing newly washed pajamas, with a warm meal right infront of me with the first recommended movie already catching my eye.
Everything has been falling into place perfectly, and I'm really glad I get to continue this teenage life with a new companion, an amazing friend like her.
The repetitive script in my life no longer felt depleted.
She broke the spell of endless repeat,
she brought the colors back, and made life feel so sweet.
Milo follows an emotional journey of a teenage poet trapped in a cycle of feeling incomplete and disconnected from life. Through diary entries and warm poems, Milo pours his thoughts into life, until a long-distance friendship with Ria begins to shift his world. As they grow closer, they explore the deeper meaning of life, connection, and identity in a digital generation. Heartfelt, poetic, and introspective, Milo is a coming of age story about love, longing, and finding meaning in the quiet moments.
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