Real

I tend to push myself away from the moment,
Only to find things to be so real in a moment of suddenness.
Shock seizes my body,
I go rigid over the balcony’s rail in the rain.
I go cold just to feel.
And later when I catch a cold,
It could be against my better judgement.
I caught it from all that is frozen to save what is inside.
My body takes upon itself to preserve what is so fragile,
And so it covers all the numbness of the skin with sweaters.
What do I need to do to feel like I am worthy of some warmth?


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Hi! I am Neha Thapar. I am an escapist who believes that Italy can cure my moods…I love the weathers and skies

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