Good Night
Good Night
Its 12:00am
I am sitting aloof in the balcony. I try having a puff for the 6th time and my cigar is half burnt, half crushed between my fingers. The stereo plays some old jagjeet singh song.
The breeze isn’t chill this night. The homicidal thought circle is on repeat and have made a strange frequency with my yellow lighter. My phone beeps for the 9th time and its from some friend saying dry autumn precedes spring blossom.... I can reply to that and a few words might make up for a bad mood with a good night closure. But I'll not do that. Cuz it's okay to be sad on some nights.
Goodnight