Sometimes this whole world seems uninhabited at the thought of somebody whom I miss the most.
Sometimes the silence and chillness of that cold night, the aroma of that old book and its torn pages, sedate my soul, evoking the memories of my past life.
Sometimes, those crimson eyes follow me wherever I go, like a bloody midnight moon.
Sometimes, curling up under the blanket in bed, with eyes closed give me the feeling that, I am on the safest place on earth.
Sometimes I become an anonymous to myself, in the large floating crowd.
Sometimes the thought of never waking up from my sleep, the next morning is simply amusing.
Sometimes your doubt that, “Is she a little crazy???”, after reading this post, is quite justifiableJ