days you wake up to the heaviness, moment you see the first ray, it's the weakest moment, the mind, it ropes the muddled heart, puts the arm around its neck, gradually squeezing the knot, it probes the ache, merciless it gets, tying its prey to the barbed bush of memories, the wail, the squeal gets louder and louder, caged in a thorny bed of roses, the dream seems so realistic, that you sleep back again in your sleep. #yqbaba #morningblues