Nothing.

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It is 6.14 in the morning as I am typing this right now.

You think, that after all that you have been through, it is just a tiny phase, just like the passing clouds in the sky, you see it everyday, but it is easily forgotten.

Scientists believe that it takes 14 days to adapt to a new habit.

Somehow, after so long, you find yourself isolated in this environment, no one knows what you have been through, what you have been taught. You keep telling yourself, that it is okay, after all..

you need to fucking move on.

But why, do you find yourself fighting with your feelings, wishing someone would understand every single part of you, and every single thing you know?

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"If only you know what I know."

Recently, I have been mumbling these words every now and then to you.

I really hope you do know the pain and desperation inside, to tell you about the forbidden. Then again, it is better to leave you in the way you have been all this while.

On the piano, the white keys are always in between the two black keys. There is a huge gap but things are still moving in a melodious pace.

But sometimes, gaps don't do as much good to us.

Everyday has been a battle between clarity and dreams.  In the end you find yourself asking, why the hell am I here?


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You know the consequences of exposing the unspeakable but the urges of pouring out grows every single day, all for the selfish desires of seeking true love. You know it really damn well.


Sometimes knowledge can also be an eternal curse, those which you must leave untold till your very last breath..

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