Domatis

Domatis, the Latin word for 'attic' . Please forgive the Language Obsessed Posts since it's my new found love for Latin . I somehow cant help it.
An attic is a space found directly below the pitched roof of the building , sometimes used as bedrooms, fully converted windows and sometimes in true senses - used as a place for discarded stuff.  Sometimes people do that to you, use u as the attic then discard the entire attic, but often do u walk out of them? how much and tll what extent? And is anyone going to read this? Is anyone going to ever reply ? Is anyone going to ever listen to the detailed music?
Once E.M. Forster said -

“It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.”

 

I can barely do that myself sometimes, I wonder ...

A new life awaits  me, a new crowd of people and a golden opportunity out in the blue; yet I was ready to stake all for one person , for his sake , for something of nothingness yet it fills the void .

I can believe that you've wanted to go , and ignored and yet even if I try my best, I can't let you go away from the inside of me. Even if I try to be annoyed or busy, heartbroken or hurt..I just can get the thought of you  outside my head. What does it take for you to go away?

Or is it that, no matter what Ido ...you wont go !!?

*sigh*