Monday, used to be my favourite day to have my own blissful seed blooming.
But not today, I feel so hot and humid with the presence of it.
I am bothered, with the stench of tomorrow.
I am locking myself, in my own tower
with a bunch of classical incantation of sorts.
I am in mute, my silence is also quiet.
I guess I am ready to shut my eyes
even when 3 pm is wobbling
its way towards me.
What to do, what not to do
to do what, to not do what?
Lost as of late
and cannot be found.
D C de Oliveira
#words #thoughts #poetry #prose #poem whatever I dunno what to call this anymore --
#classicalmusic ease me with the Debby downer mood. :-/