Some people are bond to us by an unknown relation, they are there, always there.
My soul, as I witness, at times undergo a revolting process, a cyclone, a storm takes over my body and jolts my heart, and burdens it. I feel and I wish to leave this monotony at once and run to venture something that might give me new emotions, that’ll eradicate the inborn toxicities from me. I desire it so ingenuously and intently that it hereby snatches from me all my contentments even from the aims and paths that I thought I pursuit most desirably. When I try to appear indifferent to the notions which I find hard to linger on rather carry them out, they reflect upon with more intensity. Some entrapped casual emotions and desires which when seek a way out of me and upon finding none turn up into some irksome migraine day in and day out.