Sometimes , some days and some people get stuck in your head or probably some incidences. I miss my college life just 2 days after being home, I want to be busy, I want to forget about this daze I live in, of longing and heartache . After all, the discomfort lives in my little heart, with my truckload of yearning and sometimes I loose it too - the patience, the will to fight all odds for love & lastly to keep sane with this going on . Sometimes I just want to grieve for long periods in just the proximity of nothing but my own little heart but some days don't let the tears roll back rather roll down and show up when just that person stings that little place where not so long ago lived the people or rather the sting that stirred up this exhausting journey of love , lust and long hours of wait . I feel I live in a widowhood, where I'm waiting for my dead husband to come back , where I'm waiting for my sane life to return and where I listen to my dead husband - where he promises me to love me so much that I'd forget what it feels like to be what it is as of now. My world is coming apart, where I have nothing to lose yet almost everything at stake. I'm fight my own little conscious to know whether or not if I will come out of it . Period .
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