UntitledA Poem by cocktail of blueswritten on the first day of 2017
I'm writing this because I'm bored,
Stuck in a room while it's raining outside. There's a torn contact lens in my left eye or even one and a half. but who knows? Perhaps it has dropped out without me knowing Like to some times of my life, things happen without any meaning. The itchiness is still there irritating me, a foreign piece of object living under my eyelids. Where should my mind be at? Why is there so much rain in this country? How come people praise happiness so often? Why am I not who I wanted to be a few years ago? Why do I hesitate when I'm asking myself these questions? Is this still a poetry or is it feeling narrated? Two young man sitting in a small room, escaping rainfalls and coldwind of the new year, yet I haven't ever felt so alive, in the first day of a new year.
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