The tranquility of living indoors in a thunderstorm. Periwinkle blue-purple tinted skylights and ambience inside the room. Almost like forgetting something or hallucination, the firewood, the heat. The last winter. Raw and rain, you’re bound to stay confined in the space, still, it’s indifferent. Like deciphering a million dilemmas in your head. Possessing all-time in the world. Here in the moment. The caffeine you just had, is the awakening. And now you regret, among other things. But the heartsease, the warmth of the luminance lights, is making it worth pausing awake. You witness the thunderstorm flashing, raindrops hitting the glass, you feel the day standstill in the early twilight.
Simmi writes poetry and prose mainly focused on sentiments, life, and nature. She’s an introvert and finds it hard to express herself, but feels writing helps her through it somehow.
Read more of her writing at Rose-Colored Glasses.
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