getting up late in the morning..nights chilled with coffee-ed lips and yellow-ed lights, off the scribbled notes. clothes create mayhem and you still delve into it..choosing black or blue..dark colours..
picking up that same worn out watch..that dissembled piece of shrug over the laden shoulders..missing out paper rolls.. hair clips..as if they were ever important....
last friday rocked.. people who mattered most..loved them..ate, drank..
and here's it all..insomnia..songs, movies..chats.. history doesnt need to be remembered..
lines and curves..markers..pens..they were to be piled up and kept..
building up apparent spaces..buildings- a wrong word maybe.. for some people, measurements....
the green frustration..methodology and output of processes..
clash of ideologies and more of pandemonium
lazy beings.. who consider it their sport..weird..
difficult to comprehend rather... or why do it in first place..
uncensored talking..trying to be that sophisticated bit..
necessity in disguise..or rustic features...
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