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Attainable and Existent.

So feeble it was, so weak
Deceivingly, valued; pervasively intriguing
Weren’t those laughters mine the other day?
Had time been non-recurring? And yet I pulled it together, tried to
One last time, push through,
To rekindle a sense of being non-existent
To be so full of life,
But the unattainable, remained so.
And I remained what I had become.
With the force dying aloud,
Yet so muffled was its cry,
Neither is it so alike
Nor so close to what expectations be like,
But it’s not so unattainable now
And that, even though is not perfect,
Is still, attainable. Still, existent.
Steps, long, and wide, unending, deprived
Of a walk back, are hard to climb
Especially when the stops are indifferent
To your expectations, to your heart.
But yet, you climb, for its attainable, its existent.

For if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be attainable, you wouldn’t be existent.



A freelancer, hopeless romantic, loves adventure and also an admirer of some lone time with coffee. Can't live without my diary and my phone. A big drum of emotions as I like to call myself, I am cheerful, humorous, and I love dancing. I have a lot of interests from being a hardcore Football enthusiast and a Manchester United fan to Speaking to an audience, sharing something close and revolutionary to me. I love adventure and can't be curtailed under house arrest. Nature, new minds, new surroundings are what I live for.

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