It has been so difficult and hard to get things right in place. To realize how much has life taken from you in these few months. It is hard to even tell and prove people that the person she looks at every morning through those judgmental reflections is not what she was. It is so discouraging to look at something you fail to decipher, you fail to recognize. She , the other day stood gazing at herself , trying her best to figure out about the distortion , the missing. She felt she had been punctured and hollowed, things had really hit her hard. No one but she knows how miserable the feeling of losing yourself is. To become worse from the best, to be lonely when you are never alone. You might not understand why she is like that, because you do not clean other's mess, Do you? So she walks by, not letting you get filthy from the dirt she carries. Each time she gets a hope to recover she has to pull her self down because, her wild shreds speak so loud as to hurt the people she would love to know, love to care for and love to love. How amazing it would be if you would let her know, how worthy she is, bring out the fear she holds within. She observes that she is desired by some, those who know they can confine,get console for their restlessness. She is not weak just not too strong to be let down again. She is not bad , she is not rude just not ready to hurt the people of the future as she has in her past. She is just tired of always being exploited, of losing things that were close to her and probably were her strength . Her dreams , her fantasies and her most weird and wandering lust thrived on things she could not let go, but Alas! for somethings she had no control on. Everyday she encounters the instability with much humor , but then No one ever tried to look at the blue. She is harsh and you blame her for it, she is caring and you get annoyed out of it, She could not take these rejections together, she went down the dumps. How beautiful she was when her tears rolled down as the laughter that even made you laugh with her,Did you remember to Thank her for that ? You fear her negativity, never understanding that her lust for positivism was not that trivial as you thought it to be. She is the breeze that disguises herself as a strong wind, the tenderness that becomes hard with passage of time. She is life that would taste the bitterness of DEATH !Be the light that would pierce her darkness, the eyes she would look up to when needed courage, the palm to rest her cheeks on, The hand she would hold when she will be about to fall.
