I am a vessel.
A vessel with infinite capacity.
I desire a quiet life without any hassle.
'Hassle-free' life is the common desire of the people in the city.
I live in a place, a time, a space-
A space with no space (ironically), it is strange here.
I seem not to do well with life's fast pace,
Pace back and forth with confusion and tear.
I see the world in grey.
Grey zones they take up those spaces.
I could be the hunter or the prey.
Pray tell me! who am I?
Am I a paper or a sponge?
Soaking up the messy scribbles of a drunk poet or the spilled wine?
Whoever I am,
I have infinite capacity.
I am a vessel.
Never to run out of space.
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If this doesn't make sense, I totally understand. I wrote this while is a crazy state. I felt like crying(for no apparent reason) so I cried. Then I couldn't stop crying, hence I decided to write something to stop the waterworks.
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