radiohead taught me that
days are like minutes now. the sun and moon has started their affair, unabashed at venturing out of their untimely appearances. you lose track of the meals you had, the people you met and vitamin pills are left sitting in their plastic bottles, unopened, unloved.
habits have no place in your current schedule and you feel like you are living in another parallel universe, losing track of your favourite tv shows, your gym sessions, the music you love. i sometimes take a sneak peak at the previous life behind the mirror and when i tell myself to get back into it, the body tires and the mojo weakens. health takes a vacation and i tell myself, "i hate my life".
i tell e, "there is something wrong with me, there is something wrong with me,' and that soon slides, as i get back on the wheel, caught in infinite cycles, wondering if you should get off.
and as you pant for some free time, you noticed the familiarity of the mechanism you're in, its material and make, all were constructed with your own bare hands.
it was all my make and i could choose to let it go.