It has been like millions of those
countless days when I couldn’t feel anything inside of me. I was quite in my
room just like all other days when I was at home. Even the sun shone brightly
like the way it did the day before and many days before that too. There was
nothing loud in the neighbourhood to distract me like the days that preceded
today. Silence had set in the background as I had experienced innumerable
minutes of it in my life. Nothing dropped from the sky to astonish me and none
sprung from the ground to amaze me. The day begun in its normal routine with no
surprises but yet there was something in the air that had begun to make me feel
something falling… deep in the echoes of my heart beat. Something was hollow in
that heart beat that I can feel my heart drooping in melancholy. I can’t fathom what is wrong with me or
anything around me but a stench was erasing my emotions and killing my
thoughts. No matter how hard I try to dig into the dark I am still falling into
it. It was like as if the dark was devouring me.
I have been in this dark before. I wanted
to blame somebody for this but I can’t pick out a name. I am left with so many
odd names in my list that I have begun to feel that I am surrounded by
oddities.
