Lately, I have been thinking of re-adjusting. The voice inside unmatched to reality has caused many struggles for everyone. The word 'emotion' has become my sole enemy, whereas I am at the point of losing one step down further to the rabbit hole. The feeling of unwanted yet cared for, the feeling of loved but hatred, the feeling of being free but forced has made me realize that I'm lost in my own world. Without the ability to properly express and show me, all I could do is look them in the eyes and hope for a possibility that they can free me in this endless cycle.
7.30 pm
Dad: We're leaving come on.
As we drove past Lutriel Manor, looking at the window I saw three bolts of lightning struck at once. One was short, the other was longer, and the third disappeared in an instant. The sight of lightning gave me a thought. How does one have the endurance to stay although has abandoned to continue its string of light? How does the other have the courage to maintain itself even with its murderous end? And lastly, how does a ferocious light stay humble even though it shines through the darkest days. They all started at one place, so why aren't they all the same? How does one become different from itself?
