Entitlement~

" you will not, and so am I " She screamed arrogantly. She wasn't aware she was falling endlessly in an endless pit of dark emotions. Emotions she kept aside for so many years. She wasn't aware she was dying from a dangerous venom. A venom of no cure or solution. She wasn't also aware  she was out of breath. What she was aware of, she stood waiting for something that hasn't come, and was not sure if it will arrive or not~

 

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A life with no hope is no life " she was thinking loud, as she brushed the dust from the book corner. She always made sure she sweeped the floor meticulously. Things she used to enjoy whenever she had her OCD attack. Things she used to repeat to sooth her burning mind.

 

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She lost all contact, even  her closed ones. People she used to keep dear to her herart. People she used to remember, but all she got is no contact. She flipped her phone book endlessly, waiting for her phone to ring but out of no sound. She remembered her old times, giggles filling the aisles of her old town. She remembered her long thick braided hair- flying happily everywhere, things she used to cherish with so much care.

 

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Take me toward you, as you close and shine somewhere else. Take me dearly to you heart- life would be so much fair. I know I wasn't sure- I know I wasn't fare- but deep down I knew something was different. I knew this time it was different, than all the other times. I grew sickker, I grew in pain. I wasnt ready for so much drama- all i wanted is peace of mind and a dark night to rest all my worries. Things of the past dont excites me anymore. I wasnt happy, jolly anymore- I wasnt me, lets say. But all i knew that i grew so much old that I couldnt bare any pain anymore. My soul is aching day and night- and my screams are not loud anymore.

 

----Wish it would be the end- maybe the end of this chaper that i was reading since a very long time. I wish It was the end somehow- atleast I wouldnt mind writing, or maybe reading anything of this sort- maybe this was just a wild thought of mine. But an end sometimes drive you to a new beginning. A new beginning with a new line- maybe a new story, new faces, new heros and new life. A new life - a breath of a new air-

 

---A wish can only be a wish, if there is no wings to fly by. We were born to fly, live, laugh and love. But out of no reasons- alteration happens to those wings. Some are trimmed and some are torn away...

 

How to fly again- If i ve got no wings to fly by~