One Cold Morning

One cold morning, I hope
to be sitting near a glistening lake
on a boulder, not to cope
with what I’ve been feeling,
but to just laze in the haze.
I want to have a place
which I can forever call mine,
in a total seclusion where
no one comes around and
it’s just me overwhelmed with
the inexplicable beauty around me.
Somewhere where I can ask
of what I get out of living,
without getting judgemental looks.
Somewhere where I can talk
to myself with no one to
call out my peculiar habits.
Somewhere where I can feel
what I feel without being
constantly sympathised with
and unnecessarily motivated
when all I wish to do is feel.

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