Loneliness.

"Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you" - Carl Jung

In this eerie winter night I lie upon my bed rustling and jostling with my quilt to cease my mind from wandering in the infinitude of thoughts. The restlessness in my mind to find a sleeping station is overwhelming. Living a not so busy life in a not so busy town can take a toll on you. Having finished watching umpteen episodes of FRIENDS for the n-th time, all I could wish for was some resemblance to appear in my mundane existence. I wonder the reason of this emptiness, the last time I felt complete.

Hence, I get up to pen down my first diary entry ever. And suddenly all the emotions die. I ponder deep to excavate the buried feelings in my complex grey matter. Why is this emptiness haunting me ? Why can't things go back to normal. Sordid and morbid memories have made a nest in me making me a nyctophobiac from a nyctophiliac. Tumult of emotions gather around my pretentious insouciance.

Once again, I begin the search of some light in this melancholic abyss. I meditate deep to redeem myself from those broken dreams. The search of my raison d'être. The search of a lost home. Hiraeth. I long for the one thing that fueled my life.

Left on the path of solitude which I hadn't tread since long. And miles to go before I sleep. Miles to go before I sleep....