I Always Know where you Go

It’s like a ritual. Whether it’s Bacchu’s, Sugar Palm, Green Park. Somehow I always get the news. I told so many people to stop telling me, where they see you, but there is always someone who doesn’t know that I don’t want to know.

Yes, this made it very hard for me to move on. Plus that primal archaic hunter gatherer mind always thinks of you getting naked with someone else and keeps crying over it.

I have meditated, fasted, done all kind of physical activity, but never could displace your thoughts from this mind.

I know, you don’t deserve to know any of this. But it’s the only thing keeping me sane. Just writing randomly when my feelings overwhelm me.