What is that you go to bed with? Cell phone, partner, book, aspirations, hope, tissues? And what is that you wake up next to? A naked body or a person you know, a paperback or a hardcover romanticism of a writer in any other part of the globe, struggling to get his words right?

Well, no one gets all the answer they seek, but how many leave the cocoon in search of an answer. Or how many know that there exist questions, questions that sprout from the void of emotions.

Why am I writing this? Just to give myself a reminder that every night before sleeping what I’m thankful for may be seeking answers and confining itself in the vivid reality of something else. It isn’t about the loyalty, but perception. It isn’t about holier than thou but the one-dimensional truth of an individual.

All I could do is to feel the skin of emotions that I encounter every day and take my one-dimensional truth and put it into the crossroads of perceptions and judgment and then leave to lead the life that I chose for myself.