To,
the midnight scribbles
Thanks, for enabling me to paint the sky
To,
the solitary moon
Thanks, for being my trusted companion
To,
the blank stale pages
Thanks, for reading the words in my eyes
To,
the unopened ink bottle
Thanks, for inking the unreadable letters
To,
the waiting notebooks
Thanks, for voicing my heart’s beats
To,
the empty kettle
Thanks, for piping the songs that my lips couldn’t
To,
the warm, cuddly bed
Thanks, for thawing my frozen soul
To,
the messy cupboard
Thanks, for sheltering my chaotic thoughts
To,
the outside world, to my confidante, my amigo
Thanks, for being the mirror where I unravelled the beautiful me.๐
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