of futile attempts..
the innumerable trials in mocking the old idiosyncrasies became too tiring..
the conscious effort to alter the nature of human when in grief made her too numb..
the exertion of resilience, enough to make it to another sunrise with all the sanity at least almost intact..
LOVE..
..has its own elasticity.
don’t expect it to be tight enough as before if pulled so far, so long.
he seeked for great understanding and trust, she summoned for a little consideration.
just a little.
and now, comes another attempt.. a futile and endless attempt.
