Thursday, November 06, 2008

Till one minute everything is good, sufficient, perfect almost
It sneaks up on you, out of NOWHERE
Like a virus it infects every corner of your psyche
Colours every one of your thoughts
MINCES even the shortest train of thought
It's like wine, desensitizes you everything else
Nothing else matters
And you know all along that once it leaves, nothing will have made any sense
Happens every time
But this one's Different!!

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