Circles.

think ive done circle as a title before too eh?

circles. cycles. repetition. monotony.
what goes round comes back around and around and around and around and please will sumone stop this crap already?

i'm getting very good a picking the pattern up, the build-up, the confession, the ecstasy,the tiredness,the anger,the heart ache.

frankly, it's getting old. its like watching a movie over and over again, and not just any movie.one of those highly emo indian lets-run-round-the-virtual-fields-with-the-virtual-flowers-and-hug thingies that were all the rage a while back, without any merit too. and it's u on the screen, u playing the lead actress with way too much concealer trying to hide the warts under the chin, the moles on the nose, the scars.
u know ur lines, when to bow,blush, smile,simper,desert and walk of the stage. and u know at the end its just a fantasy, the Case of the Glass Slipper. and yet u choose to do it over and over and over again.
in urdu, that's called a himaqat.
in lay-men's words, idiocy.

i look for a cure. i look for the not-this-time's.

-eeda.