I was reading through my own blog, a sure sign of narcissism, when I realized I had made an entry a year ago, and was feeling exactly the same emotions again. A pure exposition of the cyclical theory of human life, within a single life.
I am quite fascinated by expression through poetry-it's easier and more expressive than prose.

humming air-con
numbing my skin
traffic whispers outside
it's warm within

swathed in blankets
i sip cola and type
my mind is untranquil
caffeinated and hyped