A friend of mind suprised me with a text message. It turned out to be poem for me.
If people are virtues, you are mine.
Repeated again and again,
Like my favorite song on loop
Or a pop music blasting on every radio station.
They say it takes 21 days to get used to something.
21 uninterrupted days.
After that, things become a habit
And you know how they say old habits die hard, right?
I have searched the yellow pages,
Looked through classified ads,
Scanned bulletin boards,
But none would point to an easy way to kill being used to.
I guess it can only die a slow death.
I guess I just have to get through another 21 days.
Because if people can be virtues and you are mine,
I wish I had known it will be better to live in vice.