TRUTH, ISN’T THAT BEAUTIFUL…

When someone said move on, i was wondering from where i should move on.. 

I did not even know that i was there in one particular place and naturally i had the doubt that from where i should move.

I had this certain belief that the one who invades the privacy of another human for sure not doing it with  a good motive.  A dignified and good human being does not do that.

In truth i was fighting hard against the commotion around me and want to escape from that roar as it drained me. . Whoever was in that group i was screaming at them to go. Unfortunately the commotion never stopped. 

How can anyone believe a nameless faceless entity . I wanted to escape because the whole issue from invasion to following me everywhere had drained by brain..  

On the whole the one who hired countless people and  faked  all emotions  silenced the truth. 

There a collective effort to stop me from writing. That is not justice i know. I fight for that and the commotion continues.  If it is there or not I am able to write, isn’t that beautiful..