[Filler Fridays #4]: Infinite Loop



the constant circling of

burning rubber

brings us ever nearer to

a halt 

(i hope).


and i, whose will is

as sturdy as gelatin castles, begin

rubbing my aching



i hurt for sugar,

for the rush of a simple



i scream for fizz,

plead for a sudden jolt

of liquid excitement.


i ache to laugh

like insanity knows no friend

other than myself.


i want to smile.


but these desires fall short

in the utter silence of

these damned circling tyres

that will never stop.


we’re travelling in circles.

Written by: Ahmad Danial ‘Irfan bin Husain

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