It's been more than 24 hours, u've diappeared from my network. I've been trying every tiny possible way to contact u but I get no results. I'm here, 20,000 miles away...in this cold region of my nothingness yet existence. Why on earth was everything against what i've prayed for? Is it like I'm a mutual enemy ?
Why do I grow fat everyday ? I wish I worked out more than often :P
I miss you already, where the fuck are u ? Why haven't u made any attempt to contact me? Have u gone? Disappeared into thin air? Oh God my imagination is wilder than i can think .
I feel like stepping out with a backpack and a large candle to search for you and not stop till I have seen u safely sleeping in ur soft blanket .
When someone doesn't show up, the rattled souls who wait sometimes tell stories about what might have happened and come to half believe the desertion, the abduction, the accident. Worring is just a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't--and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown. Perhaps fantasy, wildest imagination of mankind is what you fill up maps with rather than saying that they too contain the unknown.
And I still...with my mind torchured to get back to books, My heart as heavy as an ocean and my eyes as tired can't help but knee down in a tiny hope that you must be okay, that u'll miss me if u've loved me and u'll contact me if ur breathing and Ihope...just really hope...I get to hear ur voice , that u haven't diappeared into thin air and nobody knows nothing. I feel distressed, an unknown un-even feeling....I just hope, I can hear ur voice.
Why do I grow fat everyday ? I wish I worked out more than often :P
I miss you already, where the fuck are u ? Why haven't u made any attempt to contact me? Have u gone? Disappeared into thin air? Oh God my imagination is wilder than i can think .
I feel like stepping out with a backpack and a large candle to search for you and not stop till I have seen u safely sleeping in ur soft blanket .
When someone doesn't show up, the rattled souls who wait sometimes tell stories about what might have happened and come to half believe the desertion, the abduction, the accident. Worring is just a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't--and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown. Perhaps fantasy, wildest imagination of mankind is what you fill up maps with rather than saying that they too contain the unknown.
And I still...with my mind torchured to get back to books, My heart as heavy as an ocean and my eyes as tired can't help but knee down in a tiny hope that you must be okay, that u'll miss me if u've loved me and u'll contact me if ur breathing and Ihope...just really hope...I get to hear ur voice , that u haven't diappeared into thin air and nobody knows nothing. I feel distressed, an unknown un-even feeling....I just hope, I can hear ur voice.
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