A pit, a burrrow, a hole
I feel a hollow right here
Can you see it?

I can put my hand right in..
Deep, deep and deep..
I penetrate as far as I can, find nothing...
A hollow... Emptiness..

This is nothing material...
Laughter echos...
Its me, my heart...

You can pour anything in, I feel not a thing.

Choice may have a great say in this, but does it really?

I can see, I can breathe, I can touch.....
Nothing

Its a void
I know not what made it, what will break it...
Shake it

Numb and blunt
Breathing, yes.. Still breathing...

This has got to be absurd!
First, I meet the person in the most unconventional of all ways- wrong message.
Second, he identifies me from the galore of people who share my name- a networking site.
And!! We interchange roles as if it were planned- I join the corporate world whilst he commences school.

This. Today, and that day.

Yes, that day.

It isn't always wrong, weird thoughts racing through your head. Someone has rightly said 'everything, absolutely everything, happens for a reason'.

I cannot explain the reason, neither can I describe the bristling fleet of emotions I'm facing.

What. How. Why.

How bizarre is it? You run a search for something indolent, and you hit on something solid. Something so strong that you are shaken from yourself, you can feel the ground beneath your feet come apart.

Knowing that you have been deprived of your right, you see red. Nothing anyone does or says can stop you and you begin to push buttons on your phone. Your vision is blinded with rage and apprehension. And then, the greeting... ''Hello''

Stop.

When your in grave danger and in a near fatal state, CALL! Is that hard to comprehend? Or is it that my diction and speech are ill-defined?

I can see red, breathe red, speak red. Anger. Madness.

Red..... madness

Somehow always I find reason to fortify my faith in the super-power. He.

As my friend befell his fate, my eyes were shut in silent entreaty. I know not if these actions were simultaneous, but I do know that some part of me crumbled. In the following days I kept alive my faith, played the optimist at my best. Eventually doubt engulfed me. Why would any person dodge my calls and remove me from all communication? Especially when the person is a special friend, a special someone. Dubiety got the better of me and I panicked.

That must have been my fault. I gave up. The 'unrelenting optimist' flashed her weakness.

Remorse fills me as I write this. I left no room for accident in my assumption. All that I knew and cared for was the fact that I had been ignored, blissfully, might I add. But as it turns out, that was what it was, an accident. Fortunately, a non-fatal accident.

How I know? Accident! I stumbled upon a stranger's blog while I was looking for an intimates blog. Stranger... Maybe not after all.

I must thank you, you, Mr. Stranger.