there she was, holding her heart and he went pass into the obscure ways. the path he left, she didn't leave her eyes hoping that he will return. he did return but he wasn't alone. he had sum1 close to him and standing there, she understood that he was gone forever. he was gone maybe for the best coz he was never her's.

wondering when he will call
i fear my sanity
still my eyes don't leave my phone
even in my despair
is it my heart is confounded
with his charming verbosity
or i m desperate to have my voice heard

the great thing about loneliness is that it sucks.

time almost never heals anything. it just numbs the pain a bit and when the pain really strikes it kills and drains the bits and pieces of hope that are reduced to something so tiny. but hope never dies. it is one of the greatest tragedies and maybe the victories of the human psyche. so does the pain that has never left you remains in the form of hope. so can the hope and pain be one part of the same body, the same soul and can they be interlinked to our inner whatever we have got