Distilled thoughts

 Is it real, all of this
that stands before me waiting with open arms
few dreams, uncertainties and little  joys in sachets
even then why does it feel empty, corroded , lifeless like those have no meaning , no importance
why are there distilled thoughts prodding my mind
questioning its existence ,its futility
is the fact that I take matters seriously
hold relations firmly that when they break, move away
a part of me dies within.
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