Seven days of week..
Starting each day with the same hope, and ending each day losing the same hope. More or less I am getting used to the pain. The pain which is irresistible, inseparable. Life sometimes takes deadly turns, we are unaware of...
Nights are sleepless, days are with sorrow seamless. But the Heart is still awaiting.. for the same hope... a hope,that someday, I will find you out somewhere in my life!