Recently, I have started noticing the shadows. There are shadows on the walls of my living room - blocking and illuminating the light - trees, bushes, leaves that rustle outside and stir inside; walls are now two dimensional mobiles of outer scapes played out within the bounds of my home.
Recently, I have started observing the shadows within - heavy and pulsating within the beats of my heart. They bind a luminous hope and anchor a free laughter that would otherwise float away. I stare at this darkness that can hold so much light at bay - at its mobile pulses that nights my waking day.
Recently, I have started observing the shadows within - heavy and pulsating within the beats of my heart. They bind a luminous hope and anchor a free laughter that would otherwise float away. I stare at this darkness that can hold so much light at bay - at its mobile pulses that nights my waking day.
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