It all happens in a flash, before you can react to yourself, before you can answer what you have done. Sometimes, we don't even know ourselves, and we discover this fact and feel mesmarised. It all happens in a flash.

Things change. Emotions evolve. Feelings prosper. Love blooms. But life goes in circles. Emotions change their face, feelings seem strangers, love stagnates. There are no expressions, for there are no words. It's all a story of quietness, an active quietness.

I am very alone.
Very quiet.
Very lost.
Very confused.
In a state of soft kill of my own, trying to fight with something which exists in me and every time I explore something new about it.
Its very strange.
Its terrifying.
I dont know.
Drinking, an act to get drunk, to be in a state where things dissolve, expressions pour, everything looks difficult and easy at the same time. Self realization becomes simple. I feel the same. Many times. Every time I talk to her about everything I want to. Everything. And everything she wants to tell me. A story of love. Solitude. And love again.
If one can laugh on himself, there are less reasons to laugh on others. We ourselves have so many. At least I have.
I am tired. I want to sleep. But, I cannot. Dreams come and go. Thoughts come and go. I try to sleep. This is all I do. But, I cannot sleep.
I will write more. If I have more expressions. Now, I am exausted.
Completely.