The day fades out, its dark around, the atmosphere is quiet, eyes are closed and yet there is no sleep. Suddenly the eyes wide open and stare at the darkness. After some time, it gets tired and the body drifts to sleep. But the mind doesn’t sleep. It is always awake. The dreams bring what is wished and longed for, but they burst like bubbles. Intermittent sleeps, low days, darkness around and so on bring weakness both mentally and physically. Low energy and dull days are occupying in months. Stress and its relatives mount upon life. Alcohol makes hate self though it is a powerful weapon and it couldn't be possessed all the time. The "nil" reason and meaning, to do things has life’s chest under its strong feet and even if it is overcome to do something, a “why” pops up. The world around is invisible. The “self” crumbles, fighting every minute within. There are many more years to go. Resuscitate...
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