I haven't really written anything in a while now. Haven't completed anything I have started. My mind is tired. It just wants to rest for a while. It just wants someone to say "It'll all be OK." But nothing really happens.
Blocked. Every new day is a dragging experience, going on until it is replaced by another. "Time is flying". But, nothing is really happening. Every thing is still; stubborn, alien. The air is suffocating my lungs; not setting them free, not letting them die. Time seems still, yet it is flying by. Am I a part of this world or am I trapped inside this mind and body?
Where does my life lead to? Where does it end?...
What am I fighting for?
Why can't I know the answer?
Why....?
There is no answer. Just silence, as always.
WHY?!
...
...
...
Is there even a future...?
There is no answer.
Just silence.
As always.
Blocked. Every new day is a dragging experience, going on until it is replaced by another. "Time is flying". But, nothing is really happening. Every thing is still; stubborn, alien. The air is suffocating my lungs; not setting them free, not letting them die. Time seems still, yet it is flying by. Am I a part of this world or am I trapped inside this mind and body?
Where does my life lead to? Where does it end?...
What am I fighting for?
Why can't I know the answer?
Why....?
There is no answer. Just silence, as always.
WHY?!
...
...
...
Is there even a future...?
There is no answer.
Just silence.
As always.
it convinced me to really believe that things are bothering you no matter its either some random neurotic discharge out of sishir challa's one part of the brain or otherwise.
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