I wish I could remain awake for some more time...sit, think and write way past midnight…about survival, about pain, joy, friendship, love, hatred, about this world and its people…I wish I and insomnia were good friends…I wish I were a passionate writer...I can barely keep my eyes open now and I can barely think and write...Yet I am craving on the bounds of my sanity that time would come to a halt and stay still for a bit and thoughtful words would lend a hand to my lunacy during that eerie silence in reality…

I sometimes feel that I am breathing on borrowed time…Time that I need to plead, borrow and steal from someone else...I do not know how this happens...but it does…I have developed a sudden craving for noise...silence sounds deafening…Any noise…any kind of noise...it just has to be some sort of noise…not any sound…but noise…it’s more like a hopeless attempt to drown the silence I feel growing inside mee...I walk through busy streets, rambling my way through the world, earning a living and yet...nothing...Nothing registers…There is no sound, no color, no pain, no heat, no cold, no emotion, no land, no people…its only a survival on borrowed air…

Today, I stood alone watching the sun go down...i had done this earlier many times while getting back home from school…I had stood at the same place, where I was yesterday, to witness the most powerful getting engulfed by darkness…I have appreciated the orange hues turning purple…Mesmerizing…yes it still is...

I have yearned to lose myself in someone like the rivers that meet at the confluence…After a point one cannot tell which is which…

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