still in bed....

6+1=7.... a whole week..... too long. still lyin’ here in my bed...... too long. tryin’ to write my smile down now... for too long...... but it’s not easy....... naah....... writin’ a smile is pretty easy..... piece of cake.... writin’ it is tough when you’re lyin’ flat on your back n’ the ball pen ink don’t flow out to the paper..... but it can’t..... ink is suppose to flow out...not fly out. n’ why am i thinkin’ of so many things?...... first thing i thought was to buy a nail polish. if anyone who’s not a stranger to me n’ is still readin’ this is not allowed to raise their eyebrows ok... it’s not what you think!...... am watchin’ the front wall n’ the side wall......it’s too clean as a wall...... just felt like the cleanest wall of the country.... n’ i’m lookin’ straight at it.... right in my room. nail polish holds good on walls. i’ve tried that before.

n’ then i thought of writtin’ my next book..... but i need a title. that’s the only thing i need. for that’s the only thing i look for when i buy a book. the content never bothers me much!..... so what’s it gonna be huh?..... i roll over..... oh..... the ink finally flows...... it’s really difficult to write with a dry pen.... more difficult than livin’ with a dry heart. i need to write the title. but there’s not much space left on my bedcover.... it’s mostly occupied by my name... yeah i write it down so what...... few one liners....... i can write them down whole day.... provided i get a good clean bedcover....... a few questions with artistic question marks.... “do firemen play with fire for a while before they go into a mission just like swimmers take a shower before goin’ for a swim?”..... n’ yeah... the titles of my previous books..... “the young libran, the old libran n’ the libra woman”. i’m crawlin’ on my bed.... like a G.I. but in the reverse direction..so what. the new title’s gonna be..... “Gain back your virginity in 21 days”.

n’ there’re so many people i can think of. i can think of my mom who’ll be still worryin’..... i mean she should if i’m the child. n’ yeah..... someone once called me “horrible child” ..... n’ i smile.... when i think of certain people. i mean a whole section of them.... no single outs! n’ then i think of hair..... i mean head hair!!!..... i think if the hair that’s been cut has grown out finally..... n’ i smile..... i can’t even tease them when i see them waitin’ for their hair to grow out fully when they’ve spent money to make them short... for they give such aggressive n’ high bass statements like.... “yeah i can do that”.... which actually means ..... “you say another word n’ you’re dead!”

n’ i look at my phone n’ couldn’t stop smilin’.... thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ back. but i love my life. i don’t wanna die young. n’ i don’t wanna spoil the next 6 days. but still...i can smile. :)

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