Should I say, it was one big bang or a million small ones? I do not know which one hits you real hard. One minute you are all up and straight and the next you find a meteor hurled at your face. Let me remind you, this is all an atom, compared to what i am going through right now. Inside I feel the ice is hard and more than frozen, the one which never has the hope ,to meet even a single ray of sunlight. Was it meant to be this way all along? Or is it that my heart got itself broken on a path of hope? Laughter is only a fading echo and the pain is pronounced with the predominating bleeding heart. Yes, this invokes the feel of an empty shell, distant from everything which once meant the entire world. It just makes me wonder, if the wait is worth, for the random words to sing a song.