upset mind never gives refreshing thoughts

I hate the feeling, 

 getting wet under my skin.

The blood flowing in my nerves, 

 the warmth I thrive for.

I am no more a satin bird,

 I don’t build my blue abode.

I cannot apologize,

 if I am rude to certain disguise

over and over again

I am sitting next to the window, looking at the deep blue sky and the bloomed moon with its yellow light falling on my purple bed sheet. Every time when the cold breeze flips my hair I coil it in my finger and push it back to my ears.

There so many things come to my mind when I am sitting all alone. Memoirs! I believe. Many things like my first botched love or few of my friends whom I had and have in my life, whom I didn’t know months back, how I met them, how we became friends, what they like, what makes them happy, and am I really a good friend to them because I never get this answer from my mind, sometimes I feel out of place, I don’t have a humor like they do which can make anyone under the sun anytime. But still they are my friends!

Fishing on memoirs really goes long time for me. When I recoil my life I see so many things.

People generally admire things which they don’t have in their life, and forget to bow for whatever they possess. In a short span of my life I got something to bow over and over again. But “the something missing feeling” never goes.

And I am still thinking!