Last night, the feeling causally waltzed into my mind but unlike other nights, I refused for it to linger longer than a couple of seconds. I guess sometimes you get so used to an emotion that you’re not even aware that it’s present until you cast your mind on it but then other times, you get fed up. You get tired of running your motor on the same engine knowing that it’ll never run, that you’re basically wasting valuable gas on a ancient engine. You get tired, so you stop thinking. You lie in the dark, waiting for the walls to speak again.
Once again, I find myself sitting at the dock squinting my eyes on the sun’s reflection on these water droplets. This withering pool of fish is bothersome, why can’t these fish act in chivalrous manners. I cast my line yet nothing bites. Suppose my bait was good enough before yet now the bait lies stale underneath the aqua surface.
My bait isn’t the prettiest, eye-catching, jaw droppingest bait out there, but at least it’s genuine.
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