The tenderness he has for lexi✨

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The tenderness he has for lexi✨
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a dream.
Was in a park with my favourite soul. I had written a poem for her. I was very excited to tell how beautiful her eyes were for the 2000th time. She was wearing a floor length dress. (My favourite) She looked heavenly. It had started to rain quite heavily. They had a little shelter there. We were standing under it. She said ‘It’s time now, leave me home’ I pulled out my umbrella. We started walking together down the road, towards her house. I remember holding her skirt a little up so it doesn’t gets wet. Unfortunately, her house was just a few minutes away, the walk was short. I felt quite unhappy. If you could just see through my eyes, you would have also never wanted to end that walk with a person that beautiful. We reached, she went inside. But ofcourse she knew I wouldn’t leave without a message. She gave one, through her eyes. I have known her for long everything was said through eyes most of the times now. She said ’ We shall meet tomorrow and yes,please stop writing poems about my eyes all the time. The world is quite big’. I walked away thinking about how beautiful my world looked that day, in my favourite dress.
𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮:
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At a point where I search my comfort- fictional -character's traits in humans ; visualize myself chilling alone at places unknown ,sky gazing at the same time meanwhile trying to figure out universe's sign cloistered in the evening sky ; keeping my sanity by thinking that good things come to those who wait.
Constant battle in mind .
When at night,I try to sleep myself at peace, the constant hopelessness that overpowers my mind makes me wonder that what is darker? The night outside or my unlit mind . I wonder that am I the person I promised myself to become yesterday? Was I productive enough today or as usual , procastinated . These thoughts keep hitting the foremost spots in my brain and I sleep at unease wishing for a better tomorrow , a better version of myself.The next morning ,I wake up feeling sleep deprived and proceed with that restlessness , unwilling to complete my pending duties and wondering why eachday feels the same and this never-ending cycle goes on.