How many times you have opened and shut the balcony gate. The heart is tired and the mind yearns for some space.
The constant ticking of the clock and monotonous routine. This is the caged feeling where your head feels heavy. Round the clock, every second, every minute, every hour and this eternity that seems to be going on.
The body is rotting from inside and senses are shutting with constant bickering all around virtually. You know because you got to stay home.
Hobbies have become shackles and the mind is bogged down with the same pattern. When will the breeze of fresh air make the heart feel light? When will we greet some new sights for the sore eyes?
All of a sudden they seem to be distant memories. The atmosphere is plagued and I have written here a pestilence stricken summary.
The constant ticking of the clock and monotonous routine. This is the caged feeling where your head feels heavy. Round the clock, every second, every minute, every hour and this eternity that seems to be going on.
The body is rotting from inside and senses are shutting with constant bickering all around virtually. You know because you got to stay home.
Hobbies have become shackles and the mind is bogged down with the same pattern. When will the breeze of fresh air make the heart feel light? When will we greet some new sights for the sore eyes?
All of a sudden they seem to be distant memories. The atmosphere is plagued and I have written here a pestilence stricken summary.
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