Even sleep doesn't come to me when I'm alone. I don't know this feeling, I don't know what's happening. there's something thriving to come out somewhere not finding the place where to be. Periods are over, orgasms too done. I decided to be kind to my body today because it isn't able to have some fun. but still, I am lost or am I deprived Things now falling in place but I see myself breaking apart. I want to go out but I also don't have a place of choice. how do I deal with my mind it is high on caffeine and unable to hear its own voice. I got a lot of wonderful stuff that I could do but resistance always takes over willpower. I have my space, I am in a place, but there's trouble deep inside. My head is hurting, all it can do is finally cry don't know anything other than ask every time why. Please come soon I need a companion who could be my guide. But how do I tell you? Even you wanna fly.

Blue Waters, Blue Sky Bright Sunlight and a Green sight- are all enough to give me a high. The fresh mornings, the sound of the cuckoo, the small garden in my house and, beautiful roses in the neighbourhood. White, clean linen and a peaceful morning sound, Mark up the beginning of new energy aroused. Thoughts of a new life make repeated rounds in my mind. I'm getting impatient, I'm getting too excited- for that environment, that will make me unwind. A walk in the woods, some freshly brewed tea having seated on the stool. The waves in the water, desperately ask us to move. Fears are adventurous, just take that courageous step. You will fly like a sailor- the way you did in your dreams... a fortnight back!

Nothing to prove Starving to move; In which world am I some humans just always are willing to snoop. Resources are scarce should I imagine to bear my expenses to Mars? Onion, eggs, cheese with an alone house to live in. Where is my heart, don't tell me. A t-shirt with full sleeves is maybe all I need. Solitude, nature and wind a state where I find myself, and a sublime peace. I live in indecision about my life, because I've a queen-size list. Is cooking my passion; or is it just a hobby? I feel like it's more of a therapy because; any interference in the process, makes me exasperate, creepy and gloomy.

I kept myself away to hold on to my anger Didn’t want to show it to you because that’s not what you deserve. There was a hole which I couldn’t see anger was dripping, only to create an unpleasant matter between you & me. Why can’t we sync; why can’t we seek? I conveyed to you something and you thought- She is accusing me! It’s just that we wanted to share a part of you and a part of me… I am not accusing, my sweetheart please don’t get me wrong. I too might be feeble in revealing. I wish nothing, but the best for you All I see is an innocent kid looking for his world who is far away, showing no visible clues. The circle has turned you into a homeless still asking you back if you are making them worthless. Wake up and open your eyes, my dear Today I wanna feed you with my own hand Maybe this is the last time I would be fighting my fears; Won’t let you again get hurt & withstand. Life has always been a battle for ages Come on! Hide & Seek; Ghost & Man will make us forget....