soon it passed without any signs
when the echoing jingle bells, all the fancy colourful decorations fades away
after the vague and luring commercial advertisement and the big crowds
with the social media showing pics of eat play love
I just want to bury my head under the bedsheets
That's the thing with writer 's blog
once you don't reflect,
you forget and it is not as easy to dig out all those small details
that add spices to your life,
as you live the repetitious life
the unlived life is not worth examined
you seem to forget the spark of life
all the loving, embracing altitude seems to be
no more than wordings from books
how can I tell a story on that?
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