floating in air with nowhere in sight
limbic system on a strike
so no emotions no learning no new memories
and a mixed bag of flashbacks
of those days when time was a renuable resource hope my next door neighbour
and endorphins in my artries instead of blood
i mean writing
when the heart skpis a beat
and it flutters like a dove
gyton says its sympthetic stimulation
and i tink its love
coming from a guy who used to avoid course books like wasps
ah those were great days indeed
aur ab main aur amit ashish aksar ye baaten karte hain
ki tho my mind is with the mcqs but my heart seems to have gone on a walk on those trails of wih i used to dream and sometimes
still do
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