How Do I get out of My Own Head

Written by Prasad Deshmukh

 
All this mischief
Planted 
In this horrid hour
Means something only as long as 
The breath 
Which takes me to read this 
Lasts.
After that exist
Only chance encounters,
Unexpected retributions
And
Trivial violence.
All of that 
Seems to mean something
But doesn't.
Trust me.
I was one such breath
Once.
Or the moment
That took me to write it.
Don't trust me.

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