How did I reach here, I don’t know?

As a concept, it’s not true, as it seems to me.

I am always there drowning in pain.As a concept, it’s not true, as it seems to me.

But who will release me is not something I think about.

There was a time when I used to look at every small detail but now I leave it behind like I do not care at all.

You understand the depth of your pain and want to write about it but then realize that it has no pattern of its own.

You think about love and being lonely at the same time, people ask you how you carry so much love and pain at the same time in the same heart.

You have no answer to these ridiculously short questions because you believe in long conversations with a sense of touch filled with warmth and anger from both sides, whoever didn’t approve of the things you have been through.

People might not understand this but you can’t let go and therefore instead of the feeling you leave people behind and move on.

P.S. — It’s raw, I didn’t give it another thought because while reading Writer today on Medium Veronica Llorca-Smith I realized that I don’t have to think twice. this is the only way I can write more and appreciate writing that because I for one am a believer in writing on emotions and whenever you feel right and whatever you feel right about. So keep writing friends. You never know what hits on the right spot. But for now, this is my spot and I will write till my last breath is something I know and this piece right here is a simple reflection of my raw self and you are going to get more of this. Till then have a nice day, bie.