When do you not feel it?
The helplessness in the chaotic moments.
The hopelessness in the screaming silences.
The selfishness in the social boycotting.
The tiredness in the breathes you keep taking!
When are you not restless?
In the morning to not wanting to see the sun.
In the evening to not racing to see it set.
In the night with the moon and on nights without it.
When are we not messed up?
In the little moments of laughter.
In between the meals with family & friends.
Inside the chats we keep having with people and texts we keep replying to.
When are we so messed up?
May be , it’s all in the head.
Guess we’ll never know.
Though, the mess remains so and
So does the non-mess.