Days are, toxic, gloomy, distressing and You do sustain days like these with a hope to liberate yourselves, from all the pain, you've been going through. Days are like, dissappointed conclusions in pursuit of infinity. You live through them, with a hope to reveal the peace of your mind, shrouded in unease. Days are like death, demise of your heart, psyche and whatever you have learnt throughout your life. but you rekindle your existence, with a hope to let goodness grow over you. And still, You find it uncanny, to believe you are strong. that the one thing, that has been saving you throughout, is not your loved one. It's just you, your hope, a part of you. Tell me, Do you still feel incomplete? Rooh.