It is miserable someday, and others comparatively better. On those days how much you wish everything to be better but it simply gets worse until you close your eyes that night. And after hearing sirens crossing your mind you are unable to concentrate on your sleep which makes you think that the shelter above and ground below is yet to be safer.
The silent words swim amidst the void of thoughts and you could hear whispers crawling on your skin,
“What a life I had before! It is miserable now.”
But trust me, it is because of this misery you are still breathing and existing. Every day you wake up and drag yourself to your workplace in hope of having a better day than previous. Somedays you dread to be at the rendezvous point, smiling to the others but still you do.
It would not have been possible without the sea of hope you are swimming in, constantly trying not to make your life stagnant, and finding purpose in what you do.
Not all the questions are meant to be answered.
And as for your misery, it is luxury for some.
© Jumbled Letters.