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Everyday I open these eyes, a tiring process trying to trace a reason
and to sustain my will to do so, I fill my nostrils and mind with the aroma of coffeebeans
they try to fool my head and heart into the idea that there is so much with the day and they somehow agree too.
the body,which undenyingly desires to feel the comfort of the mattress now has to coldly embrace the drops of the shower
and sometimes to mitigate the coldness in the idea, I listen to a bunch of songs that actually help.
I carry the weight of the expectations of sanity over my body,I used to think about it twice though but I don't anymore
and a bunch of people ,sitting together on the same table,carrying each other's emotional baggage when they don't even want to,
might shoot a comment or two ,with their words or eyes on this sanity but now they're dodged.
Munching together and after having heard a couple of whispers,I leave.
Reluctance tries to drag me back,but I kill it.
I let myself barge in another world which doesn't recognise me and neither do I
but it's like a phony agreement and we drag it till it drags us.
This place that doesn't know me,convinces me that there is nothing to know.
It scratches the surface and pours an acid on the hollowness,and this pain now is a routine.
and talking about the routine, I don't know what else adds up to life.
I leave again.
Now when I leave the place,it does not leave me,it stays and so does the hollowness.
And before the void completely gulps me down, I run to my lover's arms for the embrace.
But no sooner than that I realise, she's empty too,in a hurry to escape from the void.
And now our hollowness dance together ,the voids connect and fool us for love.
We wrap each other and let love seek us for a while for we gave up on us seeking it a long time ago.
We close our eyes and fall into another world.
 Nothingness surrounds it and so do some ideas and imaginations.
We drive through them sometimes breaking away from it,yet we drive again and after much of it, I leave.
I leave yet I am back at it again as if it's 8 or eternity.
I open those eyes again,trying to trace a reason.
but, it's blank everytime I do.
I'm unaware of who dug the space, who made a hole and what'd fill it
but our roots interlace with each other just because I know you feel it too.
yes,I feel you.

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