It feels like I belong here
Every person with a different colour
But somehow every colour seems like mine
The painting inside becomes vibrant with every passing day
I am strangely not so anxious anymore
I meet and greet and treat everyone nice
No more stumbling in between jumbled words and awkward smiles
Life doesn’t seem fake anymore like it always did
But some moments smell like rain
With notes of salt mixed
I might not be beside a calm river
Maybe its the eye of the typhoon
Librocubicularist soul 