It starts off slow: like the tiny, harmless drops of falling rain upon a glass window, the comforting pitter patter sounds that soothe even the most tangled insides of you. And who knows how terribly messed up you could be inside, with ties that bind endlessly and knots that loop ceaselessly.
A pity that this feeling lasts for only a miniscule three seconds at most.
Because, more often than not, we are the ones guilty of making it all harder than it is. If one plus one is not two, then what else can it be: an elephant in a pink tutu, an accidental hullabaloo or forty-two?
Finding company in solitude may well be the only thing I do best here. Not surprisingly, getting stuck between a rock and a hard place comes next.