Same Days. Same Mornings.

Everyday, I get up in the morning and I stare at this wallpaper on the wall and think, "Am I just like this paper? Torn and done."

Then this movie came by, "Eat. Pray. Love."

There is so much more happening in my days and in my days. I have given it so many of my thoughts that even thoughts would write a permit letter to me for a resignation notice; I don't find that funny though I meant to add it for the humour sake.

Then is this laugh that comes from the back, "So this is what you are!"

Been through so much yet not really been upto something worthwhile. The spark is what was missed.

That's when I hear out myself, "I want the real me!"

Been far far away from what I was made me think that, "Do I really know me?"

I took my car keys and drove aimlessly on an empty road, though it wasn't really all that empty.

Then there was this alarm that rang, "Wake up...Wake up. It's a brand new day!"

I tried to pretend to snooze it even if I knew that I had already woken up.

Then, I turned the liquid vaporizer off.

I think, "What am I upto?"

"I don't know what to do today?"

Then there is this routine, "Eat. Pray. Love(?)"

Holding time was a hobby. Is it done by holding a clock which still ticks?

Weekend dreams then help me get through the week.

I then say to myself, "See you around kid!"

Neither a promise of today nor tomorrow. Here I am penning down the most ever bluntly made lines straight from my head.