It all started by one thought
one idea leading to the questions, the doubts ,the thousands of thoughts, the empty gaze when I'm sitting across the table trying to make sense of the reality that I'm living,
the reality I think I'm living
and the reality I wished I was living
which one is the real one
which one is the fake one
which one counts the most
which one will make me move on to the next step
I don't know
at least one thing was sure
whatever reality wanted from me I will withdraw from it
for a child only perceives what she can conceives
a child in all of us is always hiding in fear of the the coming wave
-Hayi
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Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
