I broke my new year resolution. Not purposefully. My body couldnt make it though my mind was all set. Both the days I didnt post anything, I had drafts saved. Very clear thoughts waited in patience to be crafted into the most beautiful words of mine. They never got satisfied. my thoughts died a horrible death as my body was pushed into the abysmal emptiness of sleep. As my body relaxed, my soul was crushed. I failed a commitment made to myself. How can I ever be trusted by someone else. I might cheat. I might fall back on my words. And my body will always be there to take the blame.
Please. Have faith in me. Trust me. I wont fail. Not again and again. My thoughts need an after death ceremony atleast. They’ll attain peace as they mate with my words. If not this night, their cravings to be caressed by my irresistible words will be fulfilled. They’ll unite. My words yearn for my thoughts too. They are in love. My voluptous thoughts ad tempted words will have their night!