Aroma of a tea flared the room.
While warm drinks filled my tummy.

Could not think of anything else other than my work.
Which always ending me up with utter silence.

Morning clock ticking like it never does.
Feeling as if something is pressing my chest.

Making me writhing in pain.

Listening back to the rhythm coming from the headphone.
Telling me not to give up.

Chanting to me all the possibilities.

My head dancing with it.

Pulling me out of the darkness that I was falling into.

Jumping through the miraculous world.

Reaching out to the future.