I won't unfold

Now everything, every other thing abstains me from living. I want my old self. I want that person, but life shifted like a blink or a water bubble.

I want to stop here, but it's not my stop. There will be only one full stop when the novel ends.

Either it's rain, clouds, or any other thing. In every possible condition and the time in which i am able to think- I think of You.

Absurd!
You don't even know that i think of you.
You are selfish
I hate this fact
But,
Still, i think of you
I won't tell this fact

No, never
This time, i won't unfold
Though i want you