You know you are drunk

When even if you close your eyes

the darkness is spinning


You know you are happy

When even with a lost voice

you're at karaoke, singing


You know you are hurt

When even being awake

scars as much as sleeping



You know you are dumb

When even blue ticks

can't stop you from simping


You know you are in love

When even the flowers blossom

to your touch, swinging


You know you are broke

When the last gram of flour

is your hard-line to sinning


About author

Teride Minde

A writer with thoughts like a beetle coupled with the tenacity of a squirrel.





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