Year and two months after, I am making an effort to jot a few lines. I don't where Nikitha is, I wish her wherever is she and hope that she is somewhere safe. Life as twisted as it is deemed to be is now set off on new journey altogether.
I am busy untangling the twist, the last few months of bustling actions seem to have dead now. I have come to belive that enumerating life has no fun anymore. Decisions is all left with me, endless contemplations leads to no conclusions.
This strange phase in life is hard to express. I am not sure if i am complying to game someone has set me up for. Absurdity continues while I still am making efforts to restate clarity. Sustaining the burden I have carried thus far, unsure of dragging this dirt any further.
I need to relinquish self out of this rubble, which invariable has been created by either me or instigated by the external world which I have drawn upon myself. All I need now is an immaculate cleanser.
