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Walking a blue path, silent No one in sight No left or right Just yellow light Birds whisper softly in air Who is she? Where does she dare? Flowers blooming, Her face - all gloomy  Her presence falls, a deep shadow Ruining the serene path she swallowed The trees that cast their dappled shade, Recoil their limbs; all kindness swayed. They don’t want their shade to touch her grim face Don’t want their grace to grow faint.  She walks in all silence No birds chirping by the voilets.  No breaths,  No whispers, Just her lies and her blisters.  Her presence damps  All those she glanced at. Her face, a cloud beneath the sun, Like every joy has come undone But one who wounds her more than this More than the tree who called her an abyss More than the floral dismiss  Is the voice that pricks her It whispers softly, sharp as glass: "You're nothing. This won’t pass." "You're a failure, a dead spark." "Unseen, unheard, always crying in the dark." Birds weren’t w...

Back on the dirty brown couch, Where all was soft and sound, I am still sitting there, calm as clouds. In the solitude of quiet crowds, A cool breeze brushing my warm leg, Still there on that rotten bed. People flew it by, Ignoring those loud cries, Of the wise eyes. Fretful like the red on the walls, Still ponder in broken halls, Falling troop, Fallen hope, Drifting away in a fleeting home. I am still there in my fleeting home. Everyone has now moved on. No path is in sight, yet I walk with numerous thoughts in my mind. Blind folded those eyes of hawks. Life is overwhelming again, so I am writing again. Maybe I am overthinking again?  What is overthinking? What is this fleeting feeling that makes my house so dazy and drowned? Overthinking is running circles in a hamster wheel you were never meant to run, an endless and reletless spun. Try to stop? You’d stumble and fall; keep going? You stay lost. I am drowning in thought, what will they say? Why did I say that? Why did they say t...