Picking up the bag from the distant window of my room I feel strange, for what I have been doing these days, am I doing justice to myself it’s funny when we mix self righteousness with being selfish. Life seldom gives you the opportunity to leave everything behind and start over again, disaster happens when we try to start afresh standing at the same point at the same place. Sometimes I feel like faking my emotions to add some grief on me but it’s difficult realizing that we have to sport a laugh to make others around us feel that we are okay so what’s the problem trying to do the same with grief. Every time I pick up my bag to rush for college I have this little desire to go to her and get her back in my life thinking that it would make everything nice and easy but the world is not a perfect circle is it ? Some things just don’t come back even if we wait for the right moment. So how should we overcome our loss?
Question is what we have lost the person or the connection
Well I have lost and found both but as it turns out I just don’t know how to attach both. Its difficult feeling happy for the person when she is happy but with someone else. Sympathy is a drug needed to keep your dying heart alive but it is addictive because once we are addicted to it we seek for it by all means ,trying to stay awake by forcing insomnia on myself is not hard but thinking that I may get those sweet good morning wishes back I stay awake.
