And then there are days, when cheering up, gathering courage and motivational talks all seem too lame. There are days, when I desperately need someone to listen me rant, and also hate the thought of human interaction. Days, that are so painful, days that aren't so dark that I'm blinded but aren't any bright that I move ahead on them; they're hazy, they leave me clueless; they leave me doubting that is it the view that's hazy or my vision that is falling short. Days, that are painful. Pain that is so deep, I feel numb. Pain, which I fail to put into words so as to express. Days when it's difficult to put up a smile, even a fake one. It's as if my lips find it a burden to turn into a curve. The days when words fail to heal. Days when it's nothing but pitch dark and all the light that I think can brighten it up is someone who's ready to hold me as I break down into tears, for I don't know how to weave the pain into words for you to understand. The days when I feel lost. And the days that I have to go through, with all the pain. The days that I know, I have to pass, walking barefoot with my fears and hopelessness; and yet not let that distant, faint flickering spark, diminish. The days when I feel lost, questioning being found, again.