Wait. What?

Broken string. On the guitar. And still, If the stars don’t shine, If the moon won’t rise, If I never see the setting sun, Again. A song. Nay. The song has hit me again. Real hard this time. Plays on the loop. And it’s been more than 2 days. I’d hold a glass of wine. Vodka please?! Take a puff from your cigarette. Slow dance along. Beautiful. Yet so harsh. This crazily amazing song. And posts like these need to stop. Yes?!

When she’s high on a headache. And doesn’t get enough sleep. In the warm balmy evening. Wouldn’t a hot cup of coffee be just perfect?! With some hot pakoras. Maybe. Coz golgoppas aren’t allowed anymore, you know.  Too bad, she doesn’t drink coffee. Too bad, coffee sickens her to death. If only humans could stay in bed all day long. A thick blanket. A novel. With a phone, plugged in ear-phones. Ah. Screw humans. If only she could stay in bed. All day long. A cliché dream, you say?! And wander the streets in the night. Let the headaches get better. And the music get louder. She could dream of paradise. Chris Martin will explain that better to y’all. Yes. Life goes on, it gets so heavy   The wheel breaks the butterfly   Every tear a waterfall   In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes   In the night the stormy night away she'd fly   Hear that. See what I meant. Get that. That’s the...