A glass of water.
Plain but is ever so vital.
Who ever notices it's importance.
Only when we realise that we can't live without it.
A glass of water.
Evokes thoughts.
Thoughts which cannot be voiced, only felt.
Yet it's such a ambiquious emotion.
No idea whether is it exhaustion, anxiety, exasperation or what.
It's simply not a right feeling.
Not even overcomed by the coming new year.
Nor by valentine's day.
It's just...
A manifestation of my unique "christmas" syndrome.
I wonder why does it appear only this year and never before.
I shall sleep now.
No comments:
Post a Comment