At times like this..

..I feel like a child who has had so much fun all these while, only to realise later that everything I thought was real, was fake. Or seemed to be so.



  Like a child who had fun at the swings, happily flying through the air without anything to worry about. But the moment those feet touch the ground, reality sinks in. When those eyes look around, there is nothing but emptiness. He was living in his own world all along. He was just a lonely child on the swings in the park.










  I'm just a lonely child on the swings in the park.