Complexities.

The complexities of relationships between human being sometimes are just unfathomable. Being lost in the vast abyss of its complexities- the definition that varies accordingly depending on how one perceives it as, the unavoidable existence of the invisible boundaries, the reasoning behind of the hows and whys, the acceptance, the complementarity of the sexes, the recognition of fellas and foes, etc.

It's quite sickening when it's up to a point beyond comprehension. Where expectations or hopes play vital roles in such things and if they're not being fulfilled, people would just lose their faiths in us. Expectations and hopes are just some sort of dreams except the fact that we don't have to close our eyes and fall deep in our slumber-land, but amid it all, the focal point is how the presence of these things acts as the necessity in life, the essence of it. Without them, we'd venture into idle, monochromatic lives.

To fulfill as such would cause us massive efforts and it gets pretty tough work at the end of it we'd just lost the grip. Too drained, we'd feel reluctant at maintaining what we already have. And I guess at that exact point is where when we all think it's better to be left alone 'cause the idea of having to face only ourselves would be easier. And somehow it seems that we all have this same idea that we understand ourselves better than everyone else would, don't we? 

For fuck sake, where's the light?