I wear mogra tiara in my straight-long hair, And stay in delirium all day in its fragrance, Crocheting little things with my finest hook, And getting distracted with every other little thing, As my mind floats right towards you, Hoping I cross your mind once or twice too.

What did I expect? Nothing! I expect nothing from the effortlessness I exhibit, I expect nothing to happen, I expect magic, But, how do I expect it to happen? What did I expect, From another week in, Another sets of days without adventure, I expect nothing to happen, I except plans, But, how do I expect them to happen?

Today I ate all my meals alone, I'm grateful for each morsel of food, yes, And, no, it's not that I was alone at the house, I was just alone. Not that it would have mattered if everyone or someone sat with me, Even once, For it would have been a sad affair then too, And I don't really like eating alone, But more than that, I hate eating sad. So, I ate every bite quickly, To stop any of my tears dropping into the food to make it saltier, And left the table before I even finsihed my last bite,...