White curtains lit to a sunshine glow that beguile a marrow freezing gale with a tendency to soak through an unwilling chest and settle in unsuspecting lungs.
Fingertips on an almost alien keyboard terrain after what feels like months of not prodding on backlit little squares of black and silver.
Finger tips that glide uncertainly on digital topography; a gentle reminder on absence, of habits slowly breaking or broken; a souvenir perhaps from times that little in the way of being lifeless was known.
A paltry interval of a mere two weeks abundant with plenteous 'this' and 'that', 'here' and 'there'.
A comma that doesn't warrant nostalgia, instead which evokes sad memories of inorganic time wastage.
a few days hence these will become a part of daily cycle and lo, readily absorbed.
Fingertips on an almost alien keyboard terrain after what feels like months of not prodding on backlit little squares of black and silver.
Finger tips that glide uncertainly on digital topography; a gentle reminder on absence, of habits slowly breaking or broken; a souvenir perhaps from times that little in the way of being lifeless was known.
A paltry interval of a mere two weeks abundant with plenteous 'this' and 'that', 'here' and 'there'.
A comma that doesn't warrant nostalgia, instead which evokes sad memories of inorganic time wastage.
a few days hence these will become a part of daily cycle and lo, readily absorbed.
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