But it really wasn't
You could see it
It could see itself too
But, that thing
Which differentiates
Between living and existence
Was missing
It was gone
Gone for almost forever.
Future,
Almost seemed
Like a dreadful
Misty morning
The one in which
You can
Neither see things clearly
Nor breathe properly
It all looks good
From your window
But your perceptions change
Once you step out
Of your warm comfortable zone.
It knows it breaths
Isn't sure about
Being alive
Though
They say it smiles
And hence is
Happy always
But it
Doesn't know what
Being happy or sad is
It's almost numb now
Numb in the
Most brutal form.
Probably at one
Of those stages
Where
Pain rage and anger
Refuse to accept it
It's confused
It really is
Numb and confused
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