Distorted

In this life, darkness and fetid smell is pertinent. Surviving with a mere negligence, a mere altitude of disgrace. The room walls are dilapidated , the titles are broken. The fringe of bed sheet, last night empty beer bottles, a big bowl of soggy popcorn, and my endless parched life is what I am left with now. No money in my wallet and no balance in my account. Its morning and sun is in full vengeance ,I am Trying to lift my weary head and body,with  a hope to retrieve back again in calmness. The chaos and restlessness agitates me like a wild hog. I can`t take this inner six degree of turbulence.

Dirty laundry from months now smells fetid. My brain can’t think of anything and my body relinquish. I better swamp again in the comfort of bed, the next step to experience the isle of tranquil serenity. As I breathe slowly, I can hear my own inhaling and exhaling. The blood rushes down and disrupt me with my sense. The slowly tends to fondle my sense, twitching my body to spasm. I try to sedate but its not an ease. I need something strong to get inebriated, but I got no money to expose myself to any drugs now. I am struggling to lift myself. I am finding it hard to expand my mind and make my consciousness take a space. No evolving ideas, everything seems so shady.I better stay cold and drift away in a frame of coherent melancholy. I want to loom more animosity towards life with each passing moment. Let me sleep, let my shadows rest……………..