Fidgety.

I should have known. The lightness of 'the joy of doing nothing' does convert into heaviness, i.e. almost 9 times out of 10, it does. So, this 'nothing' has triggered a sort of a panic inside me. Being indecisive is something I've accepted as a manufacturing defect in me; however this time, I might be nearing a nervous breakdown. With the endless introspective and exasperating arguments clearing my throat everyday, I feel as clueless as a shadow of a bird in motion. Feeling Fidgety.

So where are we now!

Downpour at midnight,

of thoughts allergic to daylight.

Have the journeys made me wiser?

Or have I killed the best advisor?

Killed the reason sublime,

Or freed a spirit locked away in time!

I was happy until I knew it won't last long,

I was happy until I knew I still don't know where I belong..

No words for - What? Why? When? or How?

No words for - 'Where are we now?'