she's juz sitting there.. thinking.. of nothing in particular.. staring.. yet unseeing. lost in a world of her own.. reflecting.. most of the light. rejecting.. the truth. refraining.. from over analysing.
lost in the dark yet unable to face the light. the doubts keep coming, the guilt always reminds. the light wants to reach out.. but she's afraid.. of being exposed, condemned. the dark pulls at her, with doubts, fears, uncertainties, guilt... and so she always hold back, partly afraid of losing control. trapped in between, she fights both, though mostly she ignores both. she knows running away is not the solution but all this thinking is giving her a headache
