Que Sera Sera

I sit .
I sit in the window . Still.
I sit with a candle lit ; wax melting down my arms .
I am still sitting with  quite stillness .
I am just lost .
I am not thinking .
But I am still thinking .
What am I thinking ?
I am thinking....
I think I am thinking of the rape committed on sunday 16th december ...
I think I am going to fight for it mentally and spirutually .
I think I am confused about my opinion over India .
But now I think, it's nice to see the whole of India come together to fight for the right of one person, to go on and on ..to a limit but then it still comes together .
I think I will join that protest march.
I hope, someday; this country will come together for me ; in the sorrow of my loss . Hopefully it will come together for who I will become and I will do for this very place to whom I think I wish to proudly salute yet question its diminished alluring self  in dire straits .
I think I am tired .
I think I want to give up .
I think I have died .