Winter Solstice

Tired of the darkness within,
A young butterfly ripped out its chrysallis,
Ready to dance under the morning sun,
Eager to taste the waiting nectar.

But ---
Darkness and permafrost awaited,
With the gust of wintry wind it fell dead.

Delicate wings frozen
It did not realized,
That in the world outside ---
All are sadness,
All are death.

SLEEPY HEADED

Two days and two weeks left before the end of my regular undergraduate life. The end is near but I feel very very exhausted. I want a decent sleep right now. I want to sleep for a month or so...or for a millennium like Sleeping Beauty.

Ha...stress and exhaustion plus the sem-ending school works.

Ah better stop whining and start sleeping? No better start working. Two days and two weeks left.

OK I will sleep for a few minutes. Good luck to me for the remaining two days and two weeks of undergraduate life.