An Endless loop

I outlived the night reluctantly, somehow. I sit under the same old sky with my eyes glittered with shining stars. I look at the moon. It reminds me of pain. It reminds me of the days when I felt shattered, terrible and intangible.

To find love where there are the valleys of uncertainty and the faces of the unknown is illusive there we dive. There we try, we try even harder to push ourselves changing into someone we fancy. We understand the superior feeling of loving someone or nurturing someone is greater than being loved. We start loving the fleeting moments. With wide eyes open we know the fact that we might get devastated. We fall, we try, we rise, we cry and we start loving despair like a bird humming to the soul. And then oneday we concede–”Sadness is poetry, where happiness is dim.”