Tidying up the Mind, Body & Soul. (maybe)

I could talk about Monday. I could talk about how I sat among awesome friends who use phrases like “emotional blackmail” to which I responded with phrases like “emotional terrorism”. 

I could talk about Tuesday. I could talk about how a bird pooped on me while I was on my way home...how ironic and peculiar it was cos at that point of time, I was singing “today was a fairytale..” in my head. 

I could talk about Wednesday. I could talk about how this sandwiched-day put me in pickles with my relatives..How I believe quitting will allow me to climb up the ladder rather than being forced to climb down in this Snake & Ladder game we call life.

I could talk about Thursday. I could talk about how I sat in class amazed at how little I know about how the world works..so so little.

I could talk about Friday. I could talk about how rain & I made up.. That we’re in love with each other again..talk about how it drenched me with kisses..how it made me smile at the jokes it made in forms of puddles. 

I could talk about any of these days..but my stubborn heart wants to talk about Saturday. It wants to tell the world how my Worries are now knee high.. And Loneliness are swimming in it..nibbling Strength, my knees. Oh, and the Ducks. They swam around me, charmed me with their quacks, and then off they flew. I hate them, I hate them so. No...I love them, I love them so. My heart paid Adele to sing in its left ventricle..polluting any form of positivity the lungs may bring. “..and I hear your words that I made up..you say my name like there could be an “us”.. I best tidy up my head I’m the only one..in love..I’m the only one in love...”. But....But.... It’s not you I want. It’s not you I need. I need and want nothing and no one. That..that right there is my problem. Go away, ants. Go away, flowers. 

Till then, put your hearts in ovens. They belong there.

Love,

Miss Cynical Not-Really

Don’t worry, Love. I still believe in you :)