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|| The pattern of silhouettes || --"What if you're thrown into the grey world?"
I'll camouflage with the grey. But still bleed purple.
Can't wear em colours out.
Blend with the reality. Still imagination will burst out like a waking dream. Sweeping me in its arms. Till reality slaps me and knocks in the sense.
We burry our deepest desires and when we need to be most awake and stand firm, your dreams tickle your neck from behind.
Humans much like chameleons change their outermost skin. Till in the dark the fake gabardine ,all shed to the truest form. --"Why do you even burry?" Where do you keep your favourite odd antiques. Which the world doesn't understand.
Away from it.
That's it is not where you keep the priceless possessions.
They are kept , not locked , but in museums.
We are expressions of the universe wrapped in impalpable slim shady skin.
Maybe one never wants to shed light on something which is always dark to other eyes. ©️Anavil Singh
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