down and out
the morning thoughts
are breathing
the isolation and bliss
‧
seems a melancholy
with different flavors
in meticulous details
‧
it's about interactions,
it's about experience,
it's about being so-so,
due to
the circumstances
in which time pilots life
down-and-out or cozy
‧
it's a bond of trust
that offers openness
rather than advice
‧
it's about the deity,
which, above all, was/is
a best friend since
‧
with all that, i linger on
who chided whom first
for flirting with feelings