I had a poem in mind, but it didn't quite turn out like I had imagined. Leaving that for a better day. Writing to say that I am pretty damn tired of myself, today. Sigh.

Hope we win tomorrow. Please.

Found a sweet Haiku; will literally take seconds to read.

In the evening twilight

Only the mushrooms

Are illuminated

Keji Baba / Age 12 / Japan

aaj jaane ki zid na karo

In that toxic high I tried to find myself; heavy cloud of numbness, which drifted away slowly… and when it had drifted away, it was too late and the fool was me.

I’m so lost in complexities -I have a thought for every thought. A counter thought for a counter thought, and another one for that. I think I am losing spontaneity. But well, never was it mine...

Falling out of character.

Who said there isn't character in that?

I saw the setting sun and the silhouette of a temple.