It really sucks but only sometimes, to know that I'm stuck, stuck in this muck. Muck which now serves my rug, in these winters that leave everything dead. It's not like I didn't try. I did. But pleasure takes over pain. Always. And hence I'm there again. Always. Always, I fight those thoughts. And always I let them win, too. Yes I'm stuck in this unending routine!They say times change. Yes they did. But not this routine. It wavers according to my schedule, waiting eagerly to catch me, whenever I get free.Taking me to those fantasy lands which still, always has you.