Guess tonight is going to be that one long night; sleepless thoughts have already begun their usual play offs, of finding an itch on the farthest back, the hands failing to reach the spot even with the extreme tip of the finger, frequent twisting and turning to try in vain to find that perfect position to catch some sleep, charging the itch turn wilder; partially done yawnings onerous-ly seeking for a more satisfying one, with the widest of opened mouth; the throat turning dry, rendering the breathe run shorter; mind pushing hard to pick the far kept, switched off phone and start writing, but the hard pounding heart making it tough for the words to coalesce and bring forth indefinable emotions into feelings, turning the words beseem wordless;
at all these whiles, the intellect is wide awake, pretty much aware, from where all these uneasiness sparks; from its fiasco, its debacle, its utter defeat of sharing the most comfortable silence with something you really love?
Everyone guessed. But nobody knows !
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