Last night I could not sleep. The unbreakingly dark of the night which lent a strange eeriness to the anguish within me. And I wondered where and how will this night end, how the passage of time will mend the wounds.
But I suffer caused by own melancholy and pain in the absence of something unknowable, something intangible.
Will I let this go, so shall I suffer the consequences of you until my days' end. Or shall I capitulate to the pressures that are around me, to succumb to the desires of others. Perhaps I can mask the real pain that exists within me by the cover up of others' happiness, for the happiness of others.
But no excuse, not to be Who I am, what I want, where do I go, how do I go about it. These questions that linger within me into the darkness, on the hour, every hour.
I see an aberration of something, it is the thought of you, manifest in form and I called out , Yes?
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