Exam at Eight in the Morning Tomorrow

Because your brains needed the rest, so, studying for the exams, through the nights is, quite, counterproductive, you should’ve reviewed the lectures, the lessons, as they were handed to you, instead of, cramming it all in the night before the major exams!  Translated…

Tossed and turned in the nights of rain, adjusted the angle which my body fell to the bed, the rustling from my bed, good for my hand and my cell phone, to bend into a bent-over streetlamp, but, there’s no roads, no moving forward here, at most, the curtains stopped the waves of the winds, coming, in.  My consciousness started, saturating here, like turning the hourglass upside down, the time started, falling in the rustles of sounds, that dried up fluidity, the drying up of our bodies, we, slowly, became, lucid, turned into, the vessels of which time was, contained, until our eyes are, completely, dried, or that the memories, overloaded.

like this, is what, most of you would, do…photo from online

and it’s totally, COUNTERPRODUCTIVE!

The codes came at me backwards, you said that time is, an exchange.  But, the geographical laws told us that we are supposed to blow with the wind to the right latitude, to grow into, a desert, without clouds, or rains, those moments of, arid and dry, waiting.

Turned on my cell, then turned it off, again, like cutting off a night in square shape, suddenly, the night tremored, like a window, lighting up, I thought, that I could, turn toward the light, and, adjust the position of my, body, and, my eyes became, quiet, like a husky (about to, break down that house).  While, the were, the remains of the dying light, seeping through that, broken, wall, that I can, only, go down on all four, like wishing in prayer, or, facing the wall, to think about what I’d done, wrong, and there’s, actually, nothing on the back of this, wall I’m, facing.

Patting the glass, like getting separated from the rain, the night, surrounded the slanted screen, making us into, movies for one another, the three hours’ worth of sorrows made, happiness, formed, as we’d portrayed our characters, we’d become, nocturnal, longing to get past this, rain, but only, gotten, caught in the midst, the words of the architecture, crumbled down in that, daze of the memories, becoming, a roll of, film, the light passed through the film, receding the time forever.  Like how dreams only, stayed in the nights, and, flipping over the dreams, you’re, no longer, there.

In the end, that very long strand of hair that’s, lost between the pillows, became the static of the memories, that the world was, connected, with.

The wind finally, got through my windows now, I’d imagined that the wind passed through the back of your ears, becoming, music, with the decrescendo, the light from the sun, in the, cadenza.  “So, did the professor, really, lectured on this?” my memories are, declining.

So, you’d, crammed, all night long, not gotten enough sleep, and now, you will have an, exam, over ALL the materials you’d CRAMMED into your brains, and so, how do you think you will do?  Without enough sleep the night before the major exams, huh?  Exactly, and maybe, you’ll learn, that the NEXT time, you should NOT cram for an exam, the night before, instead, review what you’d learned, as you were, learning it…