& in the phase of isolation.... something I chose for myself... I felt like, life is an incomplete script... we have to code that... like an artist paints a white sheet... with the colors of his imagination... else... it will continuously run... according to the loop... that wasn't terminated... that was left incomplete.... and randomly, while listening to others... i felt like... how can people not know... the person in front of them... is not present... is not herself... is lost somewhere.... and then i reminded myself.. how can they know? they believe on the things they see... they can find her talking, listening, laughing, or living... yes living, I call that "BREATHING" though. A human can never look into an Illusive hole for long... they want each thing to be clear else they leave that and choose be unknown... sometimes, somedays can teach us more than enough.... days which have the presence of our actual existence... where we choose to be us.. with us... fo...