With a clumsy steps, entering her room eagerly.

Rushing back to her comfy chaos and peace.

Undressing her fancy clothes, removing the mask of fake sociality.

Wiping her mesmeric face, getting rid of the beauty traces .

Returned to her authentic lineaments which are full of whilting eminently.

In a blink of an eye, she is hitted by a cold breeze invading her confined space.

A bright light flickered through a large hole in a wall transiently.

Her eyes narrowed, her face shrivelled with a wimp legs headed off to end such unease .

It was the first time since a long, her window was opened and it’s curtain swinging gently.

She turned back thereafter to see a mirror that facing the porch where the breeze sneaks.

Either a queer smile or a weary moan , she looked surprisingly.

But with all of this,she noticed a glimpse of shadow.

Staring at her, waving a hello and giggling loudly.

I triumphed again , I’m here now, she heard a voice.

At first she freaked out then recognised calmly.

That familiar voice won’t panic her and the fear thus ceased.

For someone addicted to desperation, the strongest emotion has ever known utterly.

You ! who is delighted by your loneliness and glorifying the solitude.

Do not fool me , you’re craving for a company I know you hence!

You don’t have a desire nor a strength to live as well as you are afraid of death terribly.

The society is fatal and the solitude is impractical thus stuck in between only make sense.

Yeah lady you did well by closing the window though …

A door’s knocking aroused her straying and their conversation didn’t end……….