Changes are bad.
There are times when every possible thing is going wrong, everybody you trust seems afar and preoccupied.
Lying here on bed, alone in solitude, I think.
I think of all that was right and went bad.
I think of all that was never right.
I think of things that are bad now, but could they be right soon?
At a time when situations are taking their toll on you, your patience is almost down to zero, you are a mixture of hurt, anger, questions, answers, helplessness, thoughts and what not….
Where really can sleep be?
In some far off land, evading this peace-less girl lying down here alone.
Writing with a heavy heart and in company of solitude,