Everyone heard her laugh uncontrollably, yet no one noticed the deep sigh that followed. Her high spirits made me wonder, how often she cried herself to sleep. She being there for everyone, only proved that no one ever did for her. That girl has a story. A story, I want to know and if I am lucky enough to become a part of.
So Numb, So Sensitive
As I lie down staring into the emptiness of the room I inhabit and the life I lead, wondering how things change, and people and most importantly how you change without even realizing it until you are too far ahead of who, you used to be. It is actually funny how you become a stranger to yourself more like to your former self, how you become so apathetic that nothing matters anymore. And then there are days or should I say people, who make you so sensitive, so fragile, so vulnerable that every pore in your body, every emotion your soul possesses and every wound of your heart comes back to life to remind you of what used to be and what never will be. I just hate such days,or should I say such people? Perhaps I loved them way too much, once.
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