HoneyfarSafia

The world was a lot quieter. The sun was already down. There were no more movies to watch, there was no more work to do.Your behavior is under scrutiny again. It was that time. The time, grief starts to deepen. It was one night made for torture and for savoring of loneliness. Blissful and a familiar night. "I wish I was more productive. I wish the universe was kinder to me. I wish I didn't say that. I wish I wasn't like this. I wish I could get a job soon to help my family. I wish I would get married soon. I wish I had more money. I wish I didn't have this illness". It was such a night, where your brain was getting brutish again. The past is full of contrition and the future full of agitation. "You see, there are no pretty pink flowers in the woods at night". You hate 6ams. It's that time again. "Drink a lot of water, exercise and be productive to get your life in order" time of the day. Can we ever get our lives in order? Is there such a