If you are reading this, then I still exist in your universe I hope? I am out of lines honestly. I can’t believe it. I shut down and reopened this laptop several times already, deleting and retyping words I couldn’t assemble in one perfect thought.

I feel like I’m playing a tennis game at match point, but got broken again at winning serve that I could’ve aced. There is an ominous curtain blocking my night sky. I couldn’t find myself these days.

Two, five, seven hours passed by and yet there is no coherence in this piece. Deleting, retyping, and so it goes. Help me, Doctor. Bring me your Tardis please for this damned silly lady. Take me back to two days ago where I double faulted. 😦

Eleven twenty-seven in the evening. Heart be still. TQM.

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Love ?

Dear Doctor,

I badly need you and your Tardis. Please take me to another parallel universe where I could at least meet him. This dimension I’m in is and have been playing tricks on me for quite some time now. 😦 

Please take me to Mom’s place too. She was calling my name in my dreams this morning. I am sure she knows I’m in deep pain. 😦

I don’t know what to feel now. I’m free-falling in between defying logic and following my instincts. 

Have you ever been in love, Doctor? Have you ever been in this complicated business called love??? Why is it called love? Does it really exist? Who invented it? Where did it come from? Did aliens know what it is? 

Somewhere in the multiverses you’ve been to, were you able to visit a certain world of love? If not, can you take me with you?