I am fine just the way I used to be.
Walking, running, sleeping.
Following up the same routine.
Looking at flowers just the way I used to.
The rain mud that stick to the shoes while walking. The fear of falling, getting your shirts and pants dirty. Fear of people and their conceptions about you. Of evenings spend in laughter about talks that doesn't bear a meaning. Empathizing with people I don't know. The nostalgias I had seeing someone getting happier,meeting the ones they love. I just can't relate to them now.
The colours just don't add up. The mud can stick to the shoes and be the dirt all over . And let them think what they want to. And I can now laugh with no intention of laughing. I am fine. I am fine.
I am fine.... Just not happy.
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