that one thing i was scared of is eventually happening.
sometimes its a cursor blinking forcibly. easy glooms settle around, like folds of cloth. boredom pales the light into a smoky opaque whiteness. and an invisible monotonous writers cramp, affixing itself on your elbow and dragging the night. loops are longer, dots are fainter, commas are listless.
tired of rhyme, tired of reason.
sometimes its a cursor blinking forcibly. easy glooms settle around, like folds of cloth. boredom pales the light into a smoky opaque whiteness. and an invisible monotonous writers cramp, affixing itself on your elbow and dragging the night. loops are longer, dots are fainter, commas are listless.
tired of rhyme, tired of reason.
What? Paper 4? Post-coll?
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ReplyDeletei was hoping it wouldnt happen, but it did. i just hope it lasts only till the exams do