. . .

I have never felt this way before; Numb. Inconsistent. Deranged. Preyed-upon. Vulnerable.

If you ask me, I’d say this happened overnight. The reality being that it actually took some time to metamorphise.

The worry of loosing was never a part of me. Over the last four years, it analyzed me in and out and over time, slowly, crept in me like a sly bacteria. Though it took some time to crack the hard nut, it finally did- made the host ever more vulnerable.Perhaps people were right when they said; ‘Never expect’. They should have added, ‘expectation leads to tears.’ Basically you have done a crime if you expected anything to happen.

I don’t know if I am ever to come back of this cold, insane sheath that covers me. Better not expect.