the unregistered

2000 was the last one, maybe i died and this is how it feels in the afterlife .
the last 4 years feel like nothing more than a single night. sure, one really long night .. but no more than that..
wake up and smell the routine .. this is life , i wish i could wake up ..
the thing is nothing ever sticks , it all drops off the next day , slides out of your mind ..
ofcourse, i can search and sift through my memory to remind myself of a few things and convince myself that it has been definitely more than a night. the calendar at the bottom right corner of the screen says 2005 and i could definitely recall atleast 2 hangovers, nobody gets two of those from one night ..it seems to have gained pace .. time, i mean. can't really say why , definitely doesn't make sense why it should. they always say that times flies when u are having fun, well thats another untrue assertion .. its all bits and pieces like uncoherent ramblings in a foreign tongue .. somewhat similar to these words.
noone ever understands
nobody was meant to understand
just you ..
for my own sake atleast i pertend i do , i mean understand ..