Me Writing

Aching in a big city



The clock is spinning

the world is clicking

and you are skipping

skipping, and yourself  whipping

Coffee is dripping..

Relax!’s just a blessing!

me and you I’m missing..

we were fitting

like two lips that are kissing

me myself not myself

all my life is missing

all the things are slipping

depressing yet I’m living !

yet I’m living..

in this crying building..

I’m living..

in this big city..I’m aching!

You see?..

Somehow aching is living…






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