Humans are full of paradoxes. So while I dread the creeping feelings of loneliness, I too, dread the presence of humans in my space. Or maybe it is just me.
I yearn for love, for company, yet is disdainful of the incredulous amount of effort at maintaining the new relationship when the status quo is much easier to sustain. I am no able conversationalist and the silence between is sometimes overwhelming. Rather the silence within the confines of my mind.
Till the end, I am a staunch disbeliever that love is even in existence, when I am constantly supposing that the definition of love is duty speckled with lust or the other way round, as one sees fit. Love is just a convenient term.
And so, the echoes in the dreadful silence of my mind boom louder until I can't hear anybody else, their voices conflated with the sounds of my mental making.
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