I guess, this is the beginning of a tragedy. Or did it begin much earlier? Its hard to tell.
So, whatever it is, I cannot hold it from happening. I am not giving up. I am letting it go. I am in love or am I not. Does it matter? Do I care do I not. Does it matter? I wouldn’t have felt the void, unless I got a reason to. It had happened before too.
“Prioritize, stupid woman!” And we are back to square one.
Do I have the time? Nope.
Time. You can write the word TIME and put a full stop, but still it runs away. Maybe that is why I want it so much. Time.
But who has it?
Maybe I am not worth it! Your time.
“Fool, you take out time..”
Do you want to be here? Ya I am here. But you are drifting in your mind somewhere else. Somewhere where I am not present.
I am a prison cell. Am I not?