I look at the blur in the mirror and try to find my face, I breathe in the unloving chaos and seek solace, I turn to my friends, my mother, my inviting bed, But alas, I know, I'll be at peace once I'm dead.
Analyzing and over analyzing. Loving. Hating. Being. Seeing. Hearing. Talking. Closing my eyes. Breathing. Thinking. Thinking that I'm thinking. Believing. In very few things...but believing in them with every fibre of my being. Dancing. Till my heart is on fire. Watching TV shows. I'm addicted. Math. Programming. Mahabharat. It's fascinating. Discussing religion and its evolution. Ramadan. It's uplifting. Reading. Writing. Words. Learning. Trying. Giving. Waiting for the one I lost over the stupidest and horriblest mistake ever.