..so its a new morning..i can hear the birds chirping..still having hangover from yesterdays party..now every break up seems like a party..they say love is life..but for me love has always been chimeric..for me friends have been life..and friendship..a madness..have always loved their company..we all know of the story of the moth and the flame..and the fate moth meets..the same is my story..the vicious cycle goes on..
...so its a new morning..yesterday i have buried in the cacophony of Sean Paul's song..gyrating myself out of a hopeless story..i was chasing a mirage..chasing a shadow..they say love is strange..it is really strange..strange is life..
...so its a new morning..and i used to talk to her..for hours..listening to her laughs..her jokes..a friendship soon boiled into love..a beautiful feeling..that was indeed love..i felt it..umpteen times..they say love just happens..you never know and by the time you realize you are already deep into it..it does not need reason..
..so its a new morning..one more page adds to my book of defeat.. i am again lamenting a broken song..one more dream gone wrong..
.so its a new morning..life is not rosy..life is not moon,stars and daffodils..it is not a riverdale story..life is brutally dark..life is ugly..life is Bukowskian..and now i am loving this darkness..
..so its a new morning..i feel like a stupid..i laugh at my yesterdays..for i was looking for a truth that never existed..
..so its a new morning..and as i write these last lines..a butterfly lands on this page..nothing more to say..
