My brain has decided not to fire on all cylinders today I awoke from a slumber all flustered and forlorn 5,4,3,2,1 spluttering and stuttering, what is the delay? Eyes forced to visualise the morning light seeping in The birds chirping happily their morning song Brain decides immediately— shut down, its a din. Arise madam Butterfly,Continue reading “5,4,3,2,1 Arise”
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