Your Trigger, My Sting.

Sitting still at my office desk,

I start a fiddling with my thoughts

As I gulp down a cup of brewing chaos,

My mind slits a patch

And it’s all oozing out today… 

The noisy chronicles of my mind

Your Trigger, My Sting. 

I felt infinite...

I sit here silently, 

Happy with what I have 

And letting go of what stood beyond me. 

The colours of nature enter my soul through my eyes, 

And in that moment,

I felt infinite...