I want to write more and think less....

The silence was awkward, cumbersome and embarrassing, but it was the only way they communicated to each other and this reason made it beautiful and fascinating over other mixed emotions.They received tender vibes but they knew it would not be tender anymore once the silence period was over.So, they brutally kept quiet. Silence, too, was feeling itself tired of being there constantly.

What I am writing? Why am I writing all this crap? I need more people and more hectic routine so that I won't think about it.I won't think of him now.I should make myself understand that people are careless and I should maintain my indifferent apparel gracefully.

A long movie might work!

Perhaps, I need more time to think about it?

I hate the word "perhaps" when it interrupts my firm beliefs.

No! I am strong. I can kill time thinking on what are next dresses on my wishlist.See, I am strong. :P

Ciao!