Space

There is a lot of restlessness . Gut, burning

with pouring acid and heart ,beating with a

loud thud ,rushing blood to her extreme

extrimities. Still, her palm is cold nd a shrill

chill in runing down her spine . 

Eyes , they r dry ,itchy. & her mind has just

denied to frame the picture and show the

brighter side.

Its a constant struggle between her soul nd her

learnt morals . Shez there at that brim where

she has permitted herself to be swept over by

the tides of the vast ocean nd later will she

then strive her way out for a single grasp of

air.

This is what she has always been afraid off

,the thin line between her imagination and his

reality.

In the middle of night ,by his side , she

silences her breadth s she hears him fall

asleep .

This restlessness is her gift to herself or

rather a constant reminder that him, is the

last un thoughtful decision . 

But what bothers

her is ... how to dress this curse as a boon nd

accept the emptiness for the whole expanse of

her life .

"Amongst her and him ,its nly her ,experiencing

and understanding her own emotion and

vulnerabilities ,in all the dimensions & him ,

well his involvement is mere the creation of

her thoughts to console her reality.

This relation definitely has an interesting

sense of irony. What they share is vast deep

not like the ocean but ' smthin enormous

-"SPACE"."