It's like it's been a while when I had last laughed ....It's been quiet a long journey and a bit quiet ........That still suffering but no way to quit ...Basically when life chooses you ,you are left with no choices and when the tragic trails and unfavourable events casts you down ,lower your dreams and aspirations there's always a way out ...May be faded may be out of reach or else otherwise ...But the weary of life never ends and so we should not give up ...Necessarily the time demands every sec a more stronger version so on a happy note let's all face up the situations how so dull or deep they are ......Coz there's not even a single problem that hasn't got a solution out ...
There's a photograph hanging on my wall. It's been a while I brought her home. She stares me like I mean something to her. She points me to the windowpane. I think she wants to convey me something of the world only she knows. She might be waiting for me to talk to her. But I don't. I am afraid of her eyes. She has beautiful eyes, like children. It's blue at the dawn but it turns blackish in the night. She wants to convey something.
Whenever I sleep I feel she might be staring directly at me. I wake up and turn to my window pane. I listen to the children crying outside. It feels like her lover cries for her. She wants me to set her free. I don't.
I think she often whispers to me. Everynight after I sleep. She tries to wake me up. She says "Inside you're ugly, ugly like me." I don't trust her. I know she's beautiful.
There's a curtain on my window. It seems to been slided a bit more every time I come back home. I know it's her. I smile at her. Some times she smiles back, sometimes she don't.
I think I love her. I don't want her to go back to her lover. I don't want to see her in the arms of someone else. I think she deserves my life. She shouldn't be back to her wonderland.
I feel tired these days inside my grave. I think it's her. Maybe she stares my grave from above.
She's angry that I didn't free her the day I died.