Sunday 17 January 2021

EXHAUSTED

He is gazing outside his window, where he sees the moon so lonely in the deep wide sky at twilight. He too feels the same as no one ever makes struggle to talk to him or friendly with him, and what he just knows is the moon who is his company whenever he is vacant. His mind is overwhelmed by the emotion of loneliness. Insomnia never lets him sleep and he makes out the whole night reasoning and worrying about all the stress, hatred, anger that every people has gifted to him.

TO HIM....

  It’s all the same, isn't it    different font different appearance   it always came back to one thing   I am trying to move on love it...

Bliss of solitude