Posting a picture of flower means I am stealing it from someone, not that I am creative enough to take it myself. Keeping silence means I am waiting. Being alone means I am in pain. Cold hands means I am devastated. Tired means I am aching. Posting this now means I am sleepless.

If stop writing blogs or making contacts means it is getting better, it would be as good as eliminating all possibilities of life. Otherwise, it simply means I am enduring it.

Right here… right now… ALONE

The world has become such a big place even to accommodate a tiny me. It’s raining everywhere and I have no place to hide. I could feel the rain cutting through my skin, seeping into the flesh like poison, mixing up with the blood and flowing inside the veins, slowly being pumped by the heart until it has circulated and reached every single part of the body. I am losing the battle…