On a drowsy and frenetic evening
My brain gets stuck by wordings
Maybe someday I feel it chases
words like a chess player,
Crazily yearning for a queen piece.
Out the glass door
Working people rush to their unsettling homes,
carrying along with them office hangover that doesn't seem to get over easily
It seems that they are hypnotized
by this tiring suburb.
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Weekend retreats around the valley
I grab myself a mug of dark black coffee
and a bowl of popped up popcorn,
romanticizing myself like a James Bond desperate to flirt with
lovelies.
I feel fortunate
with my loving mother, who
fulfills my every single desire
and I will have to barely
Bury my face, inside the cold room
and sob contemplating about
The depressing future,
during this pandemic.
