I am not someone who oftends tends to play with words, or not a person of much words, in general.
I am not an author,neither a writer to write about imaginary worlds, love, sentiments, emotions, pleasure or desires, yet am here today, not knowing why, feeling good, feeling bad, feeling alone, feeling lonely, actually feeling nothing at all, numb and cold, in the terrains of lost soul, longing for the urge to ever live again, where i had my hopes high to feel the summer again, to be warmer again, i realised am just like a mirror , reflecting emotions rather than just reflection, i am dried from inside, that not even rains of thunder can make me cry..!!!
I know i am loved by my friends, family, everyone, i know my sentences dont even make any sense, i am just writing each and every words ,thats coming from inside.
I am just the normal day to day regular, common ,ordinary guy, who would smile, as if he is the happiest person to be alive, yet being dead for years, it is really strange to see the people who claims to be your loved ones can't really see what's their loved one is going through, or is it me the special one, who goes unnotified, does it hurt to be me sometimes?? i really dont know, never been myself since i dont know when, it is always so good to smile that i pretended to be fine, with my smile, i am great actor , i smile when i am sad, i smile when i am mad, smile ..smile ...smile thats the best that i could possibly get, i feel sorry for the past few months ,my raged grew upon me and chaos bestowed upon the ones i loved, it is something that i could never possibly do, i cannot let others get hurt, when i all i ever wished to take the pain upon me.
Sometimes ,i look upon myself and try to remmber the mistakes i did, and this random thought stir around my head, what will the world remmber, my mistakes ,or me when i am gone, people die onetime , it is true, but i have lived enough to feel death as my crew.
Yet, every monday morning , u will find me smile, going to work, trying to
laugh, making the world, a better place to live in, with or without me.
YOU ARE READING
Caged for freedom.
Randomnot a story, 🙂 just my mind,playing random tricks upon me, am writing to remmber not to read, what i feel....!