#skyadmirer

And again i went to the sky, asked the moon about the reason of my trivial existence. And like every other day, he remained silent. Tired. Frustrated. Agitated. and all the other words which synonyms with mentally frustrated state is defining me completely. It’s all chaos.And all I need is silence. Silence, something which i never get in my very home and which i long the most at times like this. They say I talk gloomy. Maybe i am gloomy. You can't blame darkness to be so black. It’s the way it is. You can't make changes there. Neither do I. I never was a happy normal child. I got this complicated human nature with me since the birth.

there was an invisible space between beginning and ending ~