He stared at the ceiling,
as the fan went about its business
carving out circles,
One after the other,
with perfection and diligence.
...
The lump still in his throat,
his gaze deepened into the darkness.
Paralysed, his thoughts filled the room
with delirious silence.
...
"Never give all you got...",
his thoughts spoke from beside his bed,
"...in love or even in friendship!".
A few thoughts, scattered by the circling fan,
protested, "But!", and they dissipated.
Thoughts, snug under his pillow,
said, "Just forget it and move on..."
"But I did so much!", said some selfish thought,
grabbing onto his throat.
From the open window floated in a thought,
and slowly whispered,
"Expectation? Just kill it!"
"But...", said some helpless thought,
as he slowly slipped into sleep;
And troubling thoughts slowly dissolved
into the vortex of darkness, as the fan
carved out circles
with perfection and diligence.
