As I browse around the space that is just meant to create envy and creep in the void we never knew existed, I saw something desirable and whispered ' I want that!' but in the milliseconds that followed I turned away and stated 'May be not'. In the effort to understanding the power of desiring intangible things, I realized how momentary and confusing they are shaped to be. The fact, that you had the same and let go, is scared to face you to the same extent that you avoid it each time. In this struggle the only reason you muster among the scattered pieces of the puzzle you once had together is that you weren't the one who dropped it. You didn't save it, but you didn't throw it away. And this places you closest to the edges of either Loser or Winner depending on which song is playing on your playlist.
Of course you are sorted, or so you tell yourself. Now at 4:44 AM what's the truth? You got this? Sure?
Akshay Kumar, Magic Mike, tomorrow, today, last night, what's the strongest? Haunting? Go ahead tell me it's all good.
The 4:44 AM syndrome is one that provokes all the thoughts that try to creep in between your carefully scheduled day but suck power to charge at you at night. At this hour what's your defense? It's the truth you've been avoiding, it's the lie which refuses to blur, its the face you thought you buried, it's the you, the one you don't want to handle anymore. Still it's all that will make a difference to you.
Have a coffee, count your blessings at the breakfast table, look good to the world, make yourself proud, solve something unimportant, fuss over something incomplete, envy another body, mind, pretend kind, caring, search eyes, talk, listen and come back. Come back and I will be waiting to haunt you with the right wrongs at 4:44 AM.
Of course you are sorted, or so you tell yourself. Now at 4:44 AM what's the truth? You got this? Sure?
Akshay Kumar, Magic Mike, tomorrow, today, last night, what's the strongest? Haunting? Go ahead tell me it's all good.
The 4:44 AM syndrome is one that provokes all the thoughts that try to creep in between your carefully scheduled day but suck power to charge at you at night. At this hour what's your defense? It's the truth you've been avoiding, it's the lie which refuses to blur, its the face you thought you buried, it's the you, the one you don't want to handle anymore. Still it's all that will make a difference to you.
Have a coffee, count your blessings at the breakfast table, look good to the world, make yourself proud, solve something unimportant, fuss over something incomplete, envy another body, mind, pretend kind, caring, search eyes, talk, listen and come back. Come back and I will be waiting to haunt you with the right wrongs at 4:44 AM.
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