Thursday, 9 May 2013



It's the late hours of night that reek of darkness and livid emptiness of the night, where it's hard to heave my eyes open, the utter fatigue of the day having gripped me, the musical symphony has synced in with my eyes, and they, too, sway to and fro; I realize what I've achieved is bliss.
What a blessing it is to be occupied, to have enough things to do to not care about what tomorrow holds. 

ILY, followers.  

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