We live.

We have only this moment, only this period, only this lifetime, to accomplish all we can.
Yet, many a times, I choose to stand still, to look upon a heath, and will it all away.

The layers of optimism, that gave me profound strength, have now been penetrated. I no longer see the light, all I see is. . nothing.. I cannot dream, I cannot speak, I can no longer think. I wish not to. I attempt to be myself, but somehow, somewhere along the path, I lost myself. I lost who I used to be, who I had become. I lost my sensitivity, I lost my compassion. I lost my love, I lost my fear. I lost it all. I lost everyone I depended on to keep me up. To keep me, from faltering. When did I become so goddamn dependent? The girl, who REFUSED to take help from ANYONE for ANYTHING.

She's lost. Over the past two years, I realised. . No matter who your closest friends are, they WILL desert you. You'll be stranded on barren land, in the middle of nowhere. There will be nowhere to go from there, for you will not be allowed to move.

Time passes by fast, and in those moments, it will come to a standstill.

You will reflect upon what a spec of nothing you are, and how everyone in the world will become a priority for everyone else. . Everyone else, but you. You will feel remorse. You will grieve, and face self-pity. You will be disgusted with your self, and one fine day- none of it will matter.

For you only light the path to your grave.

Life's an illusion.

Life's a myriad of broken dreams.

Life, is nothing.

Yet we live.