I could not write yesterday. No reason for that. I slept for the whole day and night. I even skipped meals. I needed to know why I am just behaving I cared always. I never cared. Earlier, the unknown was telling me to know. No, the known telling me to know the unknown. I fought. I am fighting. I will be fighting. I have set my short-term goal i.e. I have to get out of this place.
The medicines; they are giving me are making me weak. I could feel what is real for them is not real of me. I need to see you. I need all the pain or not a hint of it. I am waiting for you.
Just be sure that I will reach to you.