For more than a month now , I have been sleeping with a hope of not getting up the next day..
and then today morning, When I felt really alone.. I thought to myself.. Is this ME ?
I have been someone who fought and did not wish for a easier way-out ever.. So, today instead of hoping that I don’t get up ..I thought of what if I really don’t wake up tomorrow ?
What will happen to the dreams I yet have to full-fill.. dreams of painting walls around the world, or becoming a home-chef..
What will happen to the unfinished stories in my head and the blank pages of my diary ?
What will happen to my hard-earned CA Degree ?
What about the people I forgot to confess my love to or the chances I never took ?
What about the places I am yet to see and the books I have never read ?
What about the life I wanted to cherish and the home that I wanted to build.. the wishes yet to be full-filled and the ones that I still have to make ?
Its’s not about the suffering of my family or the emptiness in the life of the Man I love.. The vacuum in the life of people who love me… It’s about Me !