It began as the whispering in the air. The day had been a beautiful and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The cloud had looked like airy drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. A huffing wind rose up then as i was taking cover wondering isn't about to rain . A tinkling sound came to my ears as the first pearls of the rain dropped onto the cover of the cafe. It is a calming presence as the sound was like the glassy clinking on glass bottle,watching the drop of untaintedness from the sky to the immodesty of the world .
i gaze towards the mesmerising sight of tiny droplet out of the windows ,yearn sighing for days gone by. A questions pop out in my mind ,would it be better if all of this could just dissapper like the droplet as it sliding through the windows, fast and gone. As i begin to questioning my existing ,not noticing a pair of eyes watching my every moves since the begining . i began to noticing the pairs if eyes watching me,observing me from the very moment ,an alertness in the eyes,behind the glasses that sat crookedly on the nose. notice there's a smile upturned as the cheeks dimpled. Waving his hand as the signal for his greeting.
For once ,I don't want to be the poet,
I want to be someone's muse,
I want to be in someone's poem.
Written with details, romanticizing my existence.
For once, i wish someone could see me not the way I see myself.
Maybe they can find things I could never recognize .
Things belong to me that are worthy of love
I've tried,I push and strikes
But I'm tired
"God , I can't take it anymore "
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