I don't really know what to write about at this moment. What else can you do, other than sitting and brooding in a dark corner, when your thoughts halt, and your mind is in a state of indolence? The words refuse to cascade to the tips of your pen( in this case,the buttons of my laptop keyboard) , as they loiter around in my brain, disoriented and disorganized. Fragmented, like tufts of cloud, I try to reach out and unite all under a single umbrella. I fail miserably, and curse le disobedient mind. Some days are probably meant to be obnoxiously unproductive, I assume. You shed off the workaholic avatar, and for a day, you're just like any other lackadaisical lazy bones. You're diagnosed with clinomania ( for those who don't know, it's the scientific name given to the desire to lie in a bed all day) and all you want is to disappear under those blankets. You're a misanthrope suddenly and the sight of homo Sapiens repel you, and you feel like digging a tunnel and hiding there. It's a strange feeling, a limbo between escapism and disillusionment. The realization that you've been living vicariously all this while-lying through your teeth when you said you didn't want that chocolate bar,while silently giving in to the fear of gaining a few extra pounds Or maybe regretting not indulging in that doughnut when it sat there in your fridge, before someone scarpered away with it. It's not weird to get gastronomic cravings at the middle of the night, but when you scavenge for food and all you get is an almost empty refrigerator housing a lone standing bowl of yellowish curry, life appears bleak at that moment. And your expression. Synonymous to those droopy-face emoticons.
Life is a doughnut. It encircles you from all directions, but holds nothing within, like the empty circular space in the middle. .
I wish someone would buy me one right now..:'(
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