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Everyday I open these eyes, a tiring process trying to trace a reason and to sustain my will to do so, I fill my nostrils and mind with the aroma of coffeebeans they try to fool my head and heart into the idea that there is so much with the day and they somehow agree too. the body,which undenyingly desires to feel the comfort of the mattress now has to coldly embrace the drops of the shower and sometimes to mitigate the coldness in the idea, I listen to a bunch of songs that actually help. I carry the weight of the expectations of sanity over my body,I used to think about it twice though but I don't anymore and a bunch of people ,sitting together on the same table,carrying each other's emotional baggage when they don't even want to, might shoot a comment or two ,with their words or eyes on this sanity but now they're dodged. Munching together and after having heard a couple of whispers,I leave. Reluctance tries to drag me back,but I kill it. I let myself barg...