Its 12 midnight
sappy ballad playing in the background..
the air is heavy and hot
i'm rubbing my bare feet on the carpet
creating static
The mood is just right.
where can I be?
... but in the office of course
Some nights are made for these
quite cogitation
and reflection of the useless
good night
2 comments:
and to that,i agree.... :)
"Some nights are made for these
quite cogitation
and reflection of the useless"
So true!
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