Excerpt from my diary.

...the time of obvious understanding that your people were still your world.

It sucks to be stuck in the vicious cycle of nothing and everything. Where the fine line between the right and the wrong gets stepped upon so much, that one fine day, it conveniently disappears. And you don't even notice. Days filled with a constant chase to meet the ends meet. All in vain, of course. Nights of dreamless sleep and dreams on sleepless nights.

No, it's not as bad as I make it sound. It sure can be better. But isn't that the story of our lives?

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Sin or divine?

Twiddles and twirls,
a glass of wine,
dark, mysterious,
sin or divine?

A blossom of tingle,
lingering, twinkling,
the night is still young,
a slight inkling!

A companion of the night,
a warm comfort of crime,
yet none of it matters,
Oh! The sound of sweet chimes!

The stars my shine in their glory,
the wind may seductively sway,
a sip of sin in your hand,
The entire world at bay.

Oh! My vivid lover!
Dance with me tonight
In my arms, by my side,
My imagination’s flight!