In a fix , outspoken, and fearful too

Your index is still in grip than your appendix. Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously. It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though the very first one did not melt, so far. Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights. Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that. there was a student. sweating to study, harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues. and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh, happening democracy in the pressing opposite cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset Where words fall short to heed or hide or make a duo in understanding altogether. Looking inwardly, I am too Or else, it is better to let go Truly it is far better to let go than to hold back a strenuous good bye That should end at least half an hour ago Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!