Of Books and Covers

Here I am staring at the screen, sleepless for the second night in a row. It feels as though this is so wrong, yet I could not bring myself to judge. I told myself not to let emotions reign again, yet, I cannot. Everything came too suddenly, and took me with blatant surprise, no, shock. Of what I have been told, I felt so much, as though I was the one with the similar history. I could not bring myself to think or imagine, because if I do, I could not feel anything but pure sadness. No one in my life, ever had brought me so much to earn so much sympathy and empathy from my sincere heart. I truly felt very disturbed, speechless beyond reason. Because there is something just so special, something very mutual, and that is why, I wanted this to end, a better, decent way of leading life. Stories which moved my heart, this is the one which cut me very deeply, as I do not understand how could one survive under such circumstances. As people move behind shadows, shielded and camouflaged with their happy lives, I would always know that behind every mask, lies a very different story than the exhibited. They earn my prayers for them.