So this is what I did waking up one starless, dolor-filled night- I looked into the sky and words trickled down my mind and then gushed forth as a result of extreme weight of pressure of autophobia. Well, maybe of losing one person very soon. I wrote, Just like the stars were high up in the sky yet that however they twinkle tonight they will be washed out from the face of the sky by the morning sun, rushing in with its might and brightness into the skies and pushing out everything away with its marvellous light you will be gone. Gone when reality finally dawns, when fear becomes possibilities and when love gives way to giving up for the best. Two months. Why was it just two years that I had with you? How fast did time fly, did time actually catch an airplane or did time simply make…