Don't think

Thinking makes you weak,
thinking makes you strong,
thinking makes you unhappy,
thinking brings you joy

And if emotion is the drunk husband, thought the cunning wife.
 

"Good Night" is sufficient to her. She's doesn't ask for more or does she complain. She is like a small drizzle, its enough for her. For me, I want to love the drizzle but if she knew I thrive on a heavy downpour. I want to get wet, no I want to drown. I wonder if the drizzle will ever fullfill.

I wouldn't judge myself, or so I think. I am unhappy and unsatisfied. Wishing for the monsoon, only if life a cyclic season.