On a soft mattress I lay,
My head cradled by the soft pillow.
I stare up.
Up at the plain white ceiling
Centered with a fan at medium speed.
I count the number of rotation
Only to loose count.
Wander from distractions-
From one place to another.
Mind empty.
But so many random thoughts?
Books strewn across the bed.
I should be reading them.
But here I am staring at the plain ceiling.
Whom should I talk?
No one here? Or maybe they are busy?
I have chosen to be out of work.
So many creative inspirations!
A dance item to a mystical land.
To write about a princess to dream about universe,
I keep on pondering over.
Time flies and it's dinner time.
Dinner time and nothing is done.
Tomorrow a start or...?
For Procrastination! I literally did that for the entire day. Well for me moving to a new place again and again and then travelling so much doesn't make it easy to get back to my usual self. I haven't been studying the way I used to for 3-4 days due to constant shifting and all of that and that is making me so guilty.
I would start off properly with a peace of mind.