•Joule-ly•
Half of the year has passed.
Be it work done or energy consumed,
the sweat glistening in our necks is
the natural pearl you see this month.
With the dark clouds forming above our heads,
The voltage of lightning becomes directly
proportional to the pain released from my life.
Some days, July is about finding the SI unit of love.
And some days, it's about realizing love cannot be standardized.
Half of July was spent between the pages of books.
But the energy to think never exhausted.
And like they say, "energy can neither be created nor destroyed"
I wish, just once for my freedom to be like that- nor created, neither destroyed and remain unitless.
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