aaj jaane ki zid na karo

In that toxic high I tried to find myself; heavy cloud of numbness, which drifted away slowly… and when it had drifted away, it was too late and the fool was me.

I’m so lost in complexities -I have a thought for every thought. A counter thought for a counter thought, and another one for that. I think I am losing spontaneity. But well, never was it mine...

Falling out of character.

Who said there isn't character in that?