Another message tone

It was a message tone that went like a knife cutting the tension between my stare and the mirror and I realized it was already close to midnight and I haven't figured out what was different about today. It wasn’t a regular day for sure but nothing new happened as well…then why was it different.
The half empty water bottle sitting behind my bed still offering half of its self to me not realizing the switched off fan was already tired of the heat growing faster than any algae on everything around and my throat is no exception…but that does not stop my mind from thinking… still lost in what was different about today besides the temperature.

An unanswered question is more difficult to deal with than a headache, specially when the clock is running like it was its last chance at Olympics and you know that with morning comes your office which does not pay you for your sleep…the question is my own and so has to be the answer… the water level is going down in the bottle and I am in no mood to get up from my bed and get it re-filled. Wow!! I never thought a simple thought can turn out to be so complex…strange isn't it? … but the answers running through my mind like my fingers running on my keypad are stranger.

I know sitting in this room with four walls around cant let my mind be free… but I also know sitting in this room with four walls around cant keep my mind from feeling free…its not that difficult to live inside if you knew your body was just a cab your mind took from your house to the world around…the only problem is, it drops you more and picks less and very conveniently someone named it as "Complication".

I define this term as " Complication-: some sort of application that runs on your mind and makes sure that all operations in your mind are aborted before correct execution"…….

SHOOOOOOTTT… another message tone and its past midnight and it was now yesterday and no more a 'today' I was thinking of, just a set of digital numbers changed the whole day , don’t know if I still have the answer but I do know that surely will make the new today different from any other day… it will always be ironical how consistency is something everyone wants in life and yet here I am … trying to make every day of my life different… half closed eyes and a sleepy mind..
few drops of words falling out with every gulp of water emptying the bottle… I wouldn’t sleep on a wet bed ..better is to splash the drops of words on this notebook and let the battery be drained out… so here they come ….

"Walk besides your words they are yet to learn survival of meanings,
Its not going to take forever but a second before they strike new beginnings,
Not the drops of ink or the taps on keys it takes only a thought to fill pages,
It takes a moment to capture life in words for some…for some it takes ages…"

Wooooshh… the red LED just took away rest of my thoughts…. No its no fancy light, its my laptop flashing its red gear to let me know that its not just me who’s gona sleep thirsty with the bottle that’s already empty, but he as well will go off to bed with the thirst for some battery...