All my day is spent in gloom thinking about her, thinking about what went wrong and thinking about what she would be thinking about it all. Days, somehow, pass by because of the chirping of people around me and many more such stuffs which make me realize that life does exist in here further pushing me towards being a part of those lively people.
But as the night approaches, the pores of my skin expands three times than normal allowing abnormal passage of sweat all through my body. Night scares me off as the world seems to be scrapped of each and every single creature around. Night reminds me of the night which brought this uncalled fear into my nights.
I agree with God that it's not just me who is suffering. But I also confess to Him that I am from among His those creatures who have miserably failed to find solace.
I fear night as I feel that it is mocking me. I fear night as I feel it is laughing at me for being so stupid that I couldn't make her believe that I loved her. I fear night as I feel it is standing over my head and berating me for being childish in my confession and I fear night because I have started to hate my own self for letting her go in the midst of dark night at that critical moment.
I lay down my body onto the bed just to appease the night which seems to be staring at me. I stay on my bed so that night doesn't term me deceptive. Though I fear night, but I also fear that if I make it angry, then even this night will leave me just like she did. I let the night pass by faking sleep and keeping my eyes closed till dawn.
I am just waiting for the night when I'll actually be able to sleep without being fake to it.
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