It has been some time that I have drifted away from myself and embraced the reality. A dreamer by birth, I as most dreamers do chased silhouettes, weaved our dreams with threads of imagination. Each emotion I felt, I felt it true, when blue I was the darkest the warmest blue, when joyous I was glowing golden. My laughter filled the room, as sunshine during mornings, my tears, felt piercing. Now I feel like the ocean, mirroring the sky surrounding me. Stuck not suffocated, but surely not free. A few days back I realised how little I was living, my thoughts seemed to strangle me. Once I was a wonderer, my thoughts were the essence of my being.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
