An album of words

An almost sad story

Last night i went to my neighbours wedding. Saw every one congratulating the pair. Young men were busy laughing on their friends stupidity and complementing beautiful ladies. And ladies were busy getting their scarf right and humming around. Big lights brightened up those faces and empty corners. "Hello Adi wassup! Haven't seen you in a while where you been?" i turned my head around and spoke "i am alright. I'm always busy in works. Thats why you dont see me." i walked toward the food section in a hurry. These formals always gets me bathed in sweat. these buzzing music slips inside my corpse and provokes me to scratch my face off. After finishing my meal i fuck outta there. Only thing stays behind is left overs. On my way back to home it felt releving as i was gazing at the dying moon trying to drain out the last breaths of my cigarette.