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It's a hot summer  day......empty  roads....I packed my bag and started walking  .........The wind was blowing..it wasn't  the cool breeze  which makes you feel pleasant...it was the hot air...showing  no mercy......dry roaring ,dusty .......I felt  tired.....so tired.. whatever  energy  I had absorbed by the dryness  around  me.as if its a competition who can make me feel more exhausted  the weather  or My own world.
        My world  ......makes me wonder is something  there which is mine other than my pain ,my tears my broken  heart ,my lonely  soul....The answer  is pretty  obvious  .....your just got yourself..so be strong...

Strong....how much strong...tired of being  strong, tired of being  holding  up ,tired of pretending  all okay,now it's time stop being  strong, just collapsed  now,let's see how bad it gets ,worst than it's already is,or it's going  to go more downhill..let's see  how much rough the world  to you..so come on pull me as down as possible, at least  you enjoy  cause I am done being  a strong  and fighting  it all over.

Need a break  to soak ,where I am, what I want..? Wait! do I want  anything?  I am afraid  of asking  myself  that question  now,anything  i ever wanted never be mine .....so i started give up it already ...moreover  I stopped  asking  what I want.

In the buzz of living life,day today  needs, waking up  every morning  ,running  like hell,hidden  all your broken  part and smiling  fake, working  for your bread and butter something  it feel  it's nice I forgot  what is broken  inside in the world  where  no one is concerned what is  going  inside  of you.

Just keep running  so you can run away  from  your feelings...but can you run away  from  them ...you try to get all the materialistic  things and cover your sadness, your loneliness..but a moment  comes and grab you tightly  sooo...tightly  you  can't escape  from  it's grip ...it just  consume you complety  in it's darkness...loneliness....it's only dark and lonely....now you gave up ,and grab that  lonely  even tightly.....it's surrender  ..on my behalf and it's peace  all over.

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