Days are passing

I wake up every morning

Opening my eyes, catching a glimpse of dawn

Looking out at bluish cloudless sky

Birds are soaring

Winds are blowing

Trees are rustling

Time for moving, as I tell myself

Staggering out of bed, pacing on frosty velvety walkway

Suffering

I glare another me on a mirror

Resentment dashing in

Perplexity is next

This is not I; not I used to be; not I used to do

Hope for better

Try to settle down, I sit on a wooden chair

Feeling so tedious, so dreary

Eyes are blankly staring at emptiness

My mind is gone behind presence,

Backward, memory

Through elapsed spaces and boundaries

Fulfilling with unlikely irretrievable past

Driven by ignorant and engagement

I never feel sorry,

Though; it helps bringing back my soul

Drawing a smile on a face

Remembering walking shyly in a garden,

Where roses were ubiquitous and contented

Realized consciously about a way

One was the inevitable

I wished I could become unseen

Creeping through crowds

Surreptitiously

Straightforward, never look right or left

Gosh! ,

Incredulously, here came one

Pretended shamelessly to be temporarily blind

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