When she was just a girl she expected the world...
Lost in the world of her teenage love, the beautiful love that did not last long, she listened to the 'Paradise' that stole her heart. She knew how much she has grown as a person in the last six years, she knew what it is to fall in love. It isn't about hearts and roses. It is about responsibilities, compromises, understanding and a lot more without losing one's own individuality. She never got into a relationship again. At times she did want to, but she couldn't gather the courage to get someone else involved in her life when she was a total disaster.
Yes, a disaster. Not the beautiful one that the young adults of her age like to associate themselves with, in a poetic way. She was no mystery. So was no chaos. She was simply a disaster. Someone who remains calm and normal for most of the days and then suddenly erupts like a volcano. Her lava spreads like an epidemic affecting all the people associated with her, by birth not by choice.
Everyday is a struggle when she has all the luxuries that she could ask for. And yet, happiness hasn't seen her face in a long while. She tries, tries really hard to set things right. She tries to keep her lava within herself. With every eruption, people burn. For her. The guilt suffocates her. Burdens her. Walls after walls get built and broken. And when it wasn't enough, she emerged from the underneath. Setting the cold waves to destroy the world around her. Destroying lives. The lives which let her affect their deepest corners. And she sighs, only if they didn't.
...But it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep...