Every room that you enter is empty, all around you the walls begin to collapse. The memories return and the eyes swell with tears.

You see yourself as a child playing and having fun... too shy to fall in love.

The music of the past haunts you but there is no sound, the only sounds are the sounds of silence and stillness.

Whispers fill the air, but not of the present, they are old. Whispers of the twilight.

You see the sun turn from golden yellow to majestic orange, but its not the colour that you see but the light.

The glory of the sun lies to rest behind us. The twilight too sets its swords at our feet. The sands of time fill the hourglass. I see seconds sinking into the abyss, never to return, never to be remembered and never again to be witnessed.

Time passes like ripples in a pond. Nostalgia.

I am today perpetually dying. Minute by minute, day after day. Each instant a decay and each day a sand particle in my hourglass of life. Each Year a nail in my coffin, and each decade a flame to light my pyre.

Finally I've realized that I don't wish to be someone else. I desire to be myself differently.

Every belief is a gamble, the universe a casino, the world a roulette. And each second is worth itself in millions.

P.S. - No, nothing has happened to me. Nothing has ever happened to me.