12 months

It's been a year since she hibernates.

She was constantly drifting around, soulessly, losing the meaning of life only to find that she's touched the pit. All these months, she's been trying to keep herself busy blindly, without appreciating any moment of it.

A total altered experience altogether. Plans flopped again and again, all she wanted was god to drop a bomb, it never came. Life was monotonous, and all slow and all dull. Everyday was just yet another dreadful operation towards a new chapter of pain.

Weak breathing could only be heard if she would even start singing. Material splurging didn't help, nothing helped, she was angry all the time, more than any time.

There was a need to prove her existence, to acknowledge her prescence, badly. She was everywhere living in a world not her own. She was never happy, just buzzing around, dragging herself towards misery, pretending blithe and blissful. When she has a problem with herself, what more do you want?

It's all quiet this year, only on constant battlle for inner peace. There wasn't a minute of calmness, she's all burned out. The loneliness and the ambiguity had intoxicated her so much, she hasn't been observing nor listening enough.

Her awoken self has found the meaning of life, too, the purpose in life. It's about time to live out of misery, appreciating every possiblilities.