So I’ve been taking a backseat, getting rid of all those unwanted thoughts and norms of life. It’s hard to move on with a heavy heart, burning the bruises over and again. Every time when I do so, feel much lighter and higher than everything that blocked my way. It’s all about priority. The dusk that binds the sight is unsure about the dawn that glitters with hope. The nature is always a treat for the eyes and writing is the key to keep me awake, alive. Being loved and burying woes makes us stronger. And I feel, giving out love to the ones who care for us is the best thing ever.