Loving you
is like traveling
in the myth of identity

And then in her deep conscience she pondered ,If anyone would carry her shopping bags as she went up and down the escalators , brawling to make them still and herself stiff.
She wondered , If those drugs were a magic bullet that everyone aspires or were they a summon to death coming prior.
She wondered if the nights will always be this fore saken. Will it always go the same way? Or will someone sing lullabies to her and swirl with her curls.
She wondered , the series of events , synchronized in her life. And imagined what it would be like to lead a normal life.
She wondered and wondered about life. But her wonders were just awful and never suggested something good about it. So oh! She did always wondered why did she wondered grief , if it rather could be glee.