starting it in the morning

And one more day passes by; unheard of the pain, untouched by the foul air, and unwanted by the dreams within. There is a long night that one spends with 588 mL Vodka, 3 and 1/2 lemon, 21 85 mm Classic Milds, few oranges, few apples, and one FMCG 'namkeen'. Morning is a late affair and there, one spots the patches on face with edema and shouts at the image in mirror, but unheard just like the pain last day, it too meets same consequence. One doesn't (WANT TO) accept the image in there, but people/world see ONLY that. Have a happy living in the late morning. Dying by 7pm. Morbid at 11 pm. Dead by 3 am. Reincarnate at 9am.

Audacious by nature, restrained by 'living' in the world, timid by 'thinking' future, 'mortified' by choice. Ever wanted to break the shell? Ever wanted to live a reward, a passion, a thought? Ever lived any moment? Started feeling? One thinks of starting it all, as it is already "LATE IN THE MORNING".