Its a lot better to be precise,
my overthinking has taken a U-turn,
not that it never happens,
but it is under control for some reason.
The weather's getting hotter,
May is approaching,
and so does my low blood pressures and heat strokes.
Work life is as usual,
office seems so familiar,
more like a home than my home instead.
With home I remember my plants are growing well,
all the weekends' hard work is paying off well.
Nothing these days gives me more happiness than gardening,
a new hobby of mine that actually is creative.
All the other things going on with their pace,
no matter how hard I try, can not match their way,
so I've stopped running a race with no aim,
and going slow now to keep me stay.
- Author: Janhvi ( Offline)
- Published: April 29th, 2024 03:11
- Category: Unclassified
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