Loneliness

Cold drafts blows through the window and all I can do is lay victim on every freezing tingle I get from it. Winter winds from the north pass through the country hinting that the white-flaky holidays are coming in and frosty, darker nights would be looming from the corner at every purple sunset.

It’s half past 11:00pm and the clock ticks like no unusual occurrence. Normal. Mundane.

A blue paved page lays blankly for my eyes to see and my mind to fill with ideas I don’t have the single clue what may mean. Looking through it as every click matters nothing but some idiot’s incapacitated plea for attention. Noting more like some dense belief over something so unreal to fill with life even in its inert of existence.

Say, boredom has its benefits and the setbacks could just be more tormenting than dealing with the fact that some productivity could be well earned from it. To add, boredom has its twin… depression comes all too easy as it goes to hard.

I may say it might just be the weather, rain have had its untimely visit since the early streaks of sunlight.

Or maybe because I chose to be depressed, sad, lonely… thinking what could’ve been. Filling the frustrations in things I can never have. Playing the saddest of songs. Looking at some person’s face I can never be with. Speculating on thoughts that could never come across my basic thinking. Dreaming wildly over minute ambitions that would mean a lot.

There is no drama in life. There is only hope.

There is no fear or doubt. Only the strength to face the odds.

There is no sadness. Only more tears of joy.

There is no broken. Only a choice to be success.

There is no death. Only the will to live.

Love beyond measure.

Happiness amidst every grief.

There is nothing incomparable to what one can get to what one can’t think of but to what one can do.

Cold. Rain. Frost. All to sum up, this sad hymn I play as I choose to be depress and bored to make this few reasonable piece of literacy.