It sounds like a small thing. A distracted habit. But one morning, I looked at that third cold cup of the day and I realized... it wasn't about the coffee. I was trapped.

This is the story of how I’m reclaiming my identity, shedding the 'should-be’s and stepping into a brand new chapter defined by me, for me.

After rainy days

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The Haze

I closed my eyes  

walking with my bare feet on the grass 

feeling the texture of it,  a blade of grass stuck in my hair and I felt like I'm drifting with the clouds  

it gets darker when the night came  

and haze fills in everywhere  

the clouds cried rain and 

 I was walking alone in the woods  

when I heard your steps I ran away  

drops of rain touched my hands  

as I ran I reached the end of the hill 

and he came with his bare hands 

I knew that guilt is following me everywhere  

it is like a haze, I can't get rid of it  

I can't see, I can't walk I'm just steady in my place. 

a radiant sun above my head

after a rainy day and a pristine blue sky

the clouds are Whimsical, you whispered 

I nodded, yes 

you knew I'm a sky devotee

I adore the sky and the sea

I was listening to the shell 

but you did forget to tell goodbye 

it started to rain again , as

I looked up for you 

all goes in vain 

Because you were just a ghost

in hallucinations town 

a poem about rainy days and memories