More so..

Life is tough. The mornings more so. The festive season is melancholy, the birthdays more so. Living a normal life is tough, pretending to be normal more so. Escaping your absence was tough, accepting you are not there more so...

One fine night, when the storm in his head had subsided, he looked back and re-calibrated everything that went wrong. "I guess, it was never worth it !", he told himself and embraced the sleep he had been missing since he moved to the new city.