This weather does something to me.
Something of a havoc,
it creates within me.
Although something feels right.
The lavender sky dazzles me with its sheer beauty but if I stare at it for too long,
I feel the fear penetrate my body.
Fear of what, I don't know.
But the feeling of nothingness.
The sky turns darker and darker,
and my body feels lighter and lighter,
till it almost deceives me of not being there at all.
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As droplets kiss my face, I look up to feel more of them.
The ice-cold pearls place themselves on my cheek and eyes,
washing away facades, those which had cemented themselves upon me.
Some, through which even I couldn't see.
The blazing branches of light in the sky
spear through every other sense of mine,
till I reach a state of undisturbed sublimation in my own floating mind.
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My pale skin gives into this embezzlement of senses too.
So pale,
I feel my skin dissipating,
merging with the already humid air.
My hair flows down to my shoulder,
no more a part of me.
I am no more myself,
for there is no more of me left.
I am a part of this storm or is the storm within me,
hard to tell.
Something of a chaos, but a chaotic calm.
This weather does something to me.
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