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.