feels like the time for a new poem is here what with the new year and new friends and a newer melody of loneliness that now triggers these brain cells.
oh, talking about brain cells, i don't know what's happened to them lately i cannot read i cannot write i cannot - see i got distracted while writing this poem and that has never happened to me before.
for some reason, i am not into what i am in. and for the first time in my life, i am unable to understand the phrase - "there are two kinds of people in this world, those who believe that there are two kinds of people and those who know better." something whose significance used to strike me, whose humor has stung me repeatedly, but now, intelligence is seated in nostalgia. and now an intelligent phrase makes me intelligent only in memory.
yes, friends, to put it simply, i have dumbed down, if you too have noticed, you will stop reading further.
if not, then let's dumb down together.
the next big poem is composed of sloppy notes of a degenerating state of mind.
the next big poem is here without further procrastination.
the next big poem is a mistake that we are all eager to make.