shitu13

One fine morning of August I discovered a couple pair of terrified eyes were waiting on the other side of the window. Those full of tears. Telling me a thousand words. I could listen, I could understand the feelings but I could not touch them.

At that moment, all I needed was a warm hug from the other side. But I couldn’t get it I was deprived of that.  It couldn’t be expressed through words what I felt. Then I understood that the world is so cruel. Emotions of mine are meaningless. I was alone fighting with myself all day long & eventually ended up on a losing side everyday.

Everyday, I woke up in the morning thinking that this might be the end, I would sort everything out. But at the end of the day I found myself in a more messy situation.