Bottled Up Thoughts

  One day at a time, it's supposed to take 21 days for something to shape into a new habit. I'd ask, How long would it take to break one? You'd shown places so beautiful I never imagined of. Addiction, was what you were called by 'em all yet you felt like home; Rapidly intoxicating layers of my body, and then my mind. Who knew you and I, weren't meant to be? So I went on to give up on you. Day one And I'd started looking at the world Far beyond your eyes, distinctly in despair. Toxic thoughts and tiring times, your presence was all that my skin craved for. Six days straight I howled in pain, draining denial with my tears that rolled down every night. For the next one week, Agitating voices echoed all day long eternally whispering how perfectly we fit in together like forgiveness was all you desired. For now, I know you were an awful dream by and by that I chased absurdly. In the four days that followed Th...

[10] Numbers now are more than just mathematics They're lives and deaths. They're survivors. [9] It's watching the sky steadily spill out  a salmon spread,  seems like setting the sun asleep after another awful day. [8] Now that we wake up to no alarms, but to nothingness. Monday morning blues on a break or are they prolonged until long. [7] How home isn't just bricks and walls, It's the people within.  Baking cakes and family dining, counting numbers, jointly. [6] For how the screens hold us  wholly exhausted and agitated. Many parted from loved ones, longing for their warmest hugs. [5] It's walks not across the streets. But cherishing old Polaroids Gloomy songs on loop, The scents of beloved still afresh. [3] SKIP is all we wish for now. Unaware if the nations Are holding diplomatic debates or plotting strategies to end it all. [2] It's //We are all in this, togethe...