Finally the 11 PM thread holding our joy together snapped too. No more waiting is to be done to hear and tell moments during the day we missed each other. No exclusive sq. ft. left for me. A dead heart beat that's all I am now. That's what I always have been.
I don't know what happened but I woke up crying. The heart was heavy and eyes filled with undefinable sorrow. As if something so sadly buried in the deep core of mine just erupted like a volcano. This loneliness was never part of the plan of my life, why has it come with such great force? Why my story is getting tangled and beyond control? Why people around me have failed to understand my soul? What is this punishment for?
Do our problems qualify to be called as problem when we have millions of people around us who don't have access to clean water, healthcare, food or basic necessities of life.