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Am I losing myself?


Isn't masturbation supposed to tire you off to sound sleep?
Lately, I can't help but contemplate post climaxes.
I hear my stomach growl whilst I suck the cancer stick and acrimony surrounds me.
Is it the lifestyle, the people, the weariness of escaping?

What is it that stops you from being yourself?
How hard is it to prioritise and stay happy? Well, the two are, apparently, inversely proportional.
So you live with the thoughts of happiness in the long run? I fail to understand that philosophy.
The clock ticking, the cursor blinking.
How long is the wait?

It is the moment. It is in the head. In your control.
You need yourself before anyone else.
Emotions or Practicality?
A balance.
A canvas.
Colors.
Nature.
A blend.
You've done it before.
You'll do it again.





At rooftop cafès when people came up to me, clutched my arm, "You play beautifully!"
I'll charm myself before you again.





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  1. Unknown8 February 2017 at 11:15

    Nice Post....Aditya

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  2. Bullion Jackpot Call25 September 2017 at 23:42

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  3. Unknown13 January 2018 at 08:52

    quite straight with initial catchy lines.. would u like to discuss few more complicated stuffs over coffee? not desperate but love to know more. Btw me prefers chai + joint more ;)

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