Day Thirty One – The last one

I had the hardest time thinking about what to write in this one. It’s the last one, after all! How should it be?
Should it be a happy one?
A hopeful one?
A weird one?
A sad one?
A grateful one?
A special one?

Of course, I couldn’t figure it out. So, pardon me for being a bit insolently happy that here it ends. Here, take a lazy one! Thank the fuck god.

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17
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Day Thirty – Sunglasses

I can see people looking at you
(Myself included)
I am busy finding flaws in the perfect shade of your lipstick
My jealousy refusing to admit my futile efforts in doing so
My weeping flats and your proud stilettos,
My over-sized jeans and your figure embracing dress,
My disheveled backpack and your ultra-stylish handbag,
My neglected hair and your pampered locks of ocean waves
How do I stop making note of these stupid details?
Of how I keep glancing through my nerdish unclean spectacles
At your insanely seductive and infuriating sunglasses.
You, beautiful witch.

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17

Day Twenty Nine – Nom de plume

Nom de plume
For escaping into being someone you wish to,
Or into someone you wish you weren’t,
Or someone you truly are
Or someone you simply aren’t
Or for those stories
which your name can’t associate with itself,
For your cowardice and enigma
Or simply for your general dissatisfaction against your original nomenclature.

Nom de plume.

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17