Hope...hurts the most. When you know something is not gonna happen, when you know the impossible is certainly impossible, when it's too late for miracles to happen, when you know hope is dead and yet...hope. 5 years all alone, suffering, shattered dreams, unable to reach my destination, helpless, pain, despair, devastated, hopelessly hopeful, lost...
Time doesn't heal everything, sometimes they just turn scars.
The ocean bore numerous ripples, each wave with a story of their own. As they splashed to the shore, reality hit hard. I was existing, breathing...without her, but not alive. The sun was setting, but my heart's disturbance never went to slept.
A thousand thoughts ran in my mind as I saw the numerous waves flowing blissfully, endlessly, beautifully.
Standing in front of the infinite bearing ocean, I questioned. What for I was in this life? The wave lived to stay in the ocean, what when I was taken away from my destination? Why was I still here?
Who Am I? Why Am I here?
Anupamaa
