The moon set itself deeper. The wind was high. A soft music let my soul stay calm. The lyric stretching into emotions, expressed the grief in my mind. The feeling was strange. I felt as if my breath was being snatched away continuously and I'm trying hard to hold it strong. Everything was not okay as it was. I didn't feel nice anymore.
Time was flying and I could not even spread my wings till now. Days were walking gracefully but my thoughts were running wildly. I was not being able to enjoy and embrace each moment of the hour. I was not feeling the urge to live lively. The storms of transition was hitting my peaceful impulses almost daily. It was difficult to figure out the actual cause for me. I really didn't know what was happening. Everything was seeming to be different. No solutions. No conflicts. Everything was numb yet so sensitive. I couldn't find the reason behind my sadness. I couldn't even figure out whether it was sadness or not. I was lost in a strange way. May be I needed a break. May be an escape. May be I was not ready for a change. But there was no energy left to even think about it.
There was an uneven pressure pulling me down. Tears were begging to come but my eyes refused to shed them. An undefined struggle was running across my mind. Subconscious was silent. Conscious reminded my worthlessness. Lastly, the heart said, "You will get through this". The melancholy tune further gave the expression to the voice of countless sorrows which has been jamming every night.Tears of despair rolled down my cheeks. Those shedding let my eyes close and gave a sleep of relief. I wished if that was a sleep of heaven.
And like every other night, again I managed to forgive the world and melt down the burning frustration. And now, Slowly I'm accepting that even after escaping and reaching the extreme point of infinite happiness, at one point there will be still some pain and sacrifice left for me to be endured.