Late twenties are hysterical,
That you hate everyone,
You prefer postponing plans.
You try to stay discreet with your speech.
But you love throwing sarcasm on everyone’s face.
A typical transition of time
When you contemplate of
What you are by looking at people of your old days.
You love to sigh every now and then..
You love to hide in your homely den.
You love delicious supper after a day of hustle.
A complete autonomy of you without other people.