Kind of disaster week for me.
Almost none of it had been well going.
Papers are back with a blink,
without controls.

Thinking, how long could i hold on to,
limited. Tons of Thing undone.
I couldnt even turn back my own way of thinking,
reflecting on my own-self.
every action, seems so wrong.
Those efforts somehow dont seem to be affort,
none of it is paid off.
Works delayed, felt sorry and guilty.
Wondering, myself.
thr's still lots for me to face,
never ending.

finally co resumes,
sense of loss, the feeling is so different.
wasnt in the right mood with songs too,
for both days.
Thanks, i would have contolled it.

Kind of disaster week for me.
Almost none of it had been well going.
Papers are back with a blink,
without controls.

Thinking, how long could i hold on to,
limited. Tons of Thing undone.
I couldnt even turn back my own way of thinking,
reflecting on my own-self.
every action, seems so wrong.
Those efforts somehow dont seem to be affort,
none of it is paid off.
Works delayed, felt sorry and guilty.
Wondering, myself.
thr's still lots for me to face,
never ending.

finally co resumes,
sense of loss, the feeling is so different.
wasnt in the right mood with songs too,
for both days.
Thanks, i would have contolled it.