There will be no tomorrow for us never have been never would be. Yet this senseless craving doesn’t end. I was complete without you. I was happy and content. With you I am ripped apart with a dire need of your existence to keep me sane. This isn’t love. It can’t possibly be. This wretchedness is no love. The constant fear of being plunged into a niche of isolation. The piercing through this hollow ball of pain.You don’t complete me like they said.. You only engender a fatal craving of your existence. A sense that without you nothing else will ever matter.How foolish. One person changes nothing. Yet you pull me into the world of illusions. Hopelessly believing that the colours around me will turn to a shade of blues and blacks in your absence.
Apart from being on a Shameless self marketing spree the author is a Feature Editor (South Asia) at BEE magazine. BEE is a quarterly journal published in Britain, focusing on Asian Women. The author identified the need for a magazine that brings out the intellectual side of Asian women and accepted read *grabbed* the opportunity. A very proud member of Amnesty International Online Community where she helps gain focus for the humanitarian Crisis at hand. This is her personal space where she plans to store all her published and unpublished rants.She is also known to be very lucky with her readers which explains her presence on several other Blogs Pro-Pakistan,Global Voices
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May 18, 2009 at 12:22 AM
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May 19, 2009 at 1:12 AM
that is what life is like …. really it is.