One fine day, tired of "always my way," I reached for comfort, or maybe just a craving. Picked up a spotted cucumber— Seemed harmless enough, so why not? But the moment I touched it, it pricked. Unwanted timber in my hands, Yet I let it be—what else could I do? Hunger led me to peel its layers, Only to find the filth it hid underneath. Worms writhing where freshness should be, Rot, disguised as something nourishing. I thought it was doing me a favor, But all it did was make me sick. Never knew comfort could leave such a taste— Bitter enough to spill my guts out. Next time, I’d rather reach for something rich, Something warm, indulgent, and worth my time. A smooth, chocolaty éclair— Rather than ever go for such a comfortable, unhealthy affair.
Why the ambiguous name? Well, though to people around me, I seem like an extroverted person but when it comes to sharing some stuff, I am kind of awkward but I have amazing stories to share. I mostly express myself through "elegy" form of poetry writing and the themes are usually about self-reflection, friendships, loss, love and depressive phase. If you enjoy reading poetry then be a part of my crazy journey and read along :)

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