Paper Planes

Moving again to the world of emptiness, Which is full of solitude and darkness, Waiting desperately for the dawn to break, Waiting for the blue color to get painted, Painted and cover this huge black canvas, With the color of hope and joy, Wish  I could close these eyes and give them some rest, Wish I could give a break to these breaths, Till the dawn had taken over this darkness, Taking away even my heart's emptiness, Leaving behind a soul full of hope, And a heart full of joy...

“ It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”  ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated I wonder why do you feel so empty at times, completely empty: from inside and even from outside! You just don't feel like talking to anyone or seeing anyone. You feel like rebuking the whole world, asking them to go and mind just their own business and stop bothering you! And when everybody leaves you, you feel lonely, you feel alone! You want them to come back, come back to you and fill that emptiness which like a slow poison makes you weak, feeble and frail. “There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise... ”  ― Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key Because this is emptiness is weird... You just don't know the reason for it or you don't want to know it: whatever... But yes, this emptiness is weird... Its strange or rather creepy! It starts killing you from inside, starts destroyi...