A loud voice hurled me back to the reality from realm of my thoughts.
I got up to look for it.
It was also peculiar.
I saw a face stranger to me.
In the mirror.
I am free to be myself, but who am I?
Was the question making noise to make me realize its presence, to notice it.
I stood blank as the stare from my reflection swallowed me.
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Drowning on Land
PoetryThe "Drowning on Land" is a collection of poems and quotes expressing little, but vital details we all learn while stepping in for various responsibilities. Its great in expanding the ideal beauty and vivid image of suffering, joy, yearning, courage...
