Its about time

236 days. . . .

Tough, tiring, one hell of 236 days for her. . . .

Be it the happiest of all events or driving away some drunk jackass off herself. . . .

She learnt it the hard way. . . like she always did

But now it was saturating. . . as if some rusted pair of shackles were tied around her. . .

Helpless. . desolate. . .she waits

Not that she needed someone to solve her problems. . . she is pretty brave. . .

All she needs is the comfort she hasn't got for the last 236 days. . .

A tight teary embrace, looks tender if you ask me, but for her its a vitamin supplement.

She is a coconut, hard on the outside, but gentle from within. . . .

It had been a long time since she herself saw the gentle part. . .

Optimism was wearing off. . .and the reality wasn't pretty. . .

All she feared was becoming a phlegmatic cynic. . .

Its not her weakness that makes her desire. . . .

She desires because she knows what she is worthy of. . .

If you laugh at her you are a jester, if you pity her you are a fool. . .

She must be naive, but she is headstrong. . .

Whether her wait will end or not, time will tell. . .

All we know is that now time itself is messing with her. . .

And the picture isn't very pretty. . .

Its about time. . .