She didn't realize the time. It was almost mid-night and she was walking on the terrace talking sometimes to the moon sometimes to herself and sometimes just wondering if she wants to talk at all. The ocean. Again she felt, it called her. She could feel its vastness covering her down to up. She had learnt to lose herself. But she knew by her experiences that it was as much difficult to pull herself together as easy it was to lose. Hours she could spent in emptiness with the feeling that life is something between Illusion and Reality and at last it is not worth questioning, what it is actually. And is it really worth loving someone other than yourself? Will they realize what they mean to you? Will they come back when you call them? She looked at the somber dark sky and realized that the star is missing today. May be it doesn't matter now... may be it never mattered...
P.S. - It didn't matter anymore she lived, she laughed or she became insane. She desired nothing not even to kill herself or to go mad.
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