The Nightmare

A cloudy day... At school, if memory serves, it was perhaps an activity, we were probably supposed to describe ourselves. Even though it meant nothing to anyone, and had nothing to do with the academics or co curricular... Still, I wanted to perform as a sincere and intellectual individual...But during the activity when someone asked me about my nightmare, I could say nothing… I did not know ... Well, I actually did... it was just that I did not seek inside me... after the activity, I wondered what it actually is, My nightmare... And I could not have believed that it was so obvious... it is perhaps loneliness... Yes, I don't want to be alone. Even the merest thought of it scares me. It's like a nightmare… seeing everyone you love, have memories and moments with, going away… It's just that saying good byee is something I am really bad at. This nightmare of mine is what probably shapes my personality. Well, let's just not call it a nightmare as it seems so dramatic and mature... Instead of a nightmare it's something which I don't have the courage to face...