Chronicles of Heartbeats unheard...
50 th day: Dear diary, Hi. I have always been bad at introductions. And I have never tried to talk to an inanimate object before. So excuse me for any loss of etiquettes when I talk to you. When I had asked you to be brought to me this morning, I was half unsure of what I was doing, or wanted to do… if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have made an effort to move my bum, and try to build up a social life with you by sharing things I myself fear to admit. But she forced me into it. My mother. She gets all worked up and sad these days seeing me. I hate her for doing that. But then, she’s the only one I have in times like these… I would be ready to give whatever left of me, if tomorrow she decided to stop doing that. She is to me, what a beam of light is to a dying, ignored plant in a closed empty room. ~~ I wait, with unrest… For something to happen, That spark to ignite, And blow away, This insouciant thirst, Of end. I wrote it ...