Since we’ve burnt ‘us’ to ashes, each night is tragic. I feel the burden of thousands suns on my shoulder and the only thing I can see in front of my eyes is my bed. Yet somehow, when I try to fall asleep, my photographs and thoughts keep me up. It’s been ages that I’ve slept in a way I deserve. Each day I pray to get tired enough to sleep like a baby. Each night, I get up in every few hours like a new born baby. Crying, in need of a care taker, scared & more lost than ever.