Waking up to the sound of pouring rain..

And so it is…

this is where it has lead…

what it is that trust is a price to pay far more dearly than the price to be paid for pride n arrogance…

i looked at the sky, it looked back at me, i hear a silent melody, i know i was lost, but u were ther for me, but i know that now, it was only me being ther for me, so in my solitude i wonder… and..

u know It’s hard to hold on when there’s no one to lean on…
It’s hard to be strong when there’s no one to dream on…

so i realise, that its only me, purely me.. being myself, n theres no one else… each step I take ain’t worth the ground that I walk on if i don’t walk in my own way… as how ricky would have done it… which bring the story of ricky

who was a young boy, He had a heart of stone. Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
He had no money, no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone…

for me its cold to know that how selfish u can be, at times when the only thing u need is comfort for ur own needs… so il just let things be,

and as i woke up to the sound of pouring rain
washed away a dream of you...