An Ecliptic Paranoia

How this night turns out to be inconsequential,

And yet it is not.

I quarrel with my reasons not to be happy.

I overthink stuff and my eyes are blood-red

I fall asleep on my couch when my bed is more comfortable.

In a state of unwillingness to admit what keeps revolving in my head,

I become paranoid at times.

The membranes in my ears are refusing to hear what my mind thinks often

And

I am just in utter silence, watching the smoke filling up my room.

I come to my balcony and look deep into the distance from 4th floor to the road below,

The sidewalk of which is filled with dogs mating and I can see them howling in pleasure!

Someone somewhere is celebrating the way of life,

And someone here doesn’t want to disturb those poor creatures by falling off the ledge.