The prison so wide

It's for nth time i listened from them that they're in love.The cliched idea of falling in and out of love is still amusing.It's witty how we spend days and months and if patient enough then years too, nourishing it, validating the so called better half until we get fed up with it and it seldom dies but then what resides in the core of nut sized brain is the tagged failed love, while somewhere part of ours know the feelings existed even though if it was for a particular phase.As the time passes by and distances grows, sooner or later it is packed up labelled with "Not in love anymore." The words are merely just words not making sense and eventually it loses the charisma to nothingness, dragging the connection.We pretend we never loved, we pretend we cannot love anyone , may be because we understand the pain of letting someone go, because no matter what, we had someone, and that was for real.The pain which takes shelter, as if we are not capable of loving anybody anymore.The stage where you're perfectly indifferent, where nothing really matters.

....Sliding, stumbling, rambling through the helter-skelter of life, We move out of such place just to fall again.