Sitting alone in the middle of a quiet night, thinking of some one. Heart feels like writing something …nothing special though… Mind still not sure about it.
Hoping that my mind would be read someday, silent voice would be heard.
Sitting alone in the middle of a quiet night, thinking of myself. Thinking of writing about what i have done, what have i achieved…its been long..but the count is still on zero.
Just thinking randomly… Without saying a word, my silent voice says it all.
When will my wait end, when will my heart understand.
Yes…i’m sad.. what makes me more sad is, that i cant do anything about it.