The dreams come to haunt me. Dreams and hopes of a happy life and future. The dreams which slowly have been destroyed.
I remember there was a time almost ten years ago, when I thought things will slowly get better. It will all be fine someday. I don't think that will be the case now.
The wounds are so deep and the pain so evident that things might not get better, ever. I have to accept that and live. Live, till I breathe.
I wish, there was someone to confide in. I wish there was someone who could listen.
The hopes of having someone like that aren't there anymore.
It seems like a long and dark and suffocating tunnel that I have to traverse.
I feel so lonely when I go out, whether to eat or just walk around. Everyone in restaurant is with someone. Nobody except me sits alone. I never thought that this would be my fate.
I hope things change. Do I still have the strength to hope? I don't think so.
I just have to come to terms with the fact that keeps never become keepers.
Keep never becomes keeper.
I wish...some other time, some other life.
