The beauty of it all.

A breath of fresh air.
Is that what I said, then?

Yes, the reason for stepping out.

Every night standing on my patio,
gazing at the sky and the stars, mesmerized.

So elegant and yet so dazzling.

The night air feels like a subtle peck on my cheek.
And it caressing my hair as if I were a child. Oh! So meek.

I can hear the breeze and the commotions far away.
Nature, coming alive and celebrating life. To solemnize it all.

The nothingness at that moment feels like everything.
It fills my heart in abundance, and overwhelmingly so.

And, just like a child, I wait every night, yearning for it.
A glimpse, however small it might be.

Author: Anusha

Anusha is an IT professional with a hobby in writing and passionate about the subject of mental health. She spent the more significant part of my life reading/watching anything horror, thriller, and true crime. Human psychology intrigues her, and she is that one person who sits in a crowded place and observes. Observes what it is like to be in someone's shoes or the thoughts that run through their mind as they race through this fast-paced world. Her motto in life is, there is always more to learn and a reason to always simile. Her spirit animal is either Tigger or Po; on occasions, a mix of both. Warning - she won't shut up about food and coffee.

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