Prisoner of My Own Mind

It's like a part of me is running from myself, 

Constantly. Every second.

Like the shadow staying in the sun in order to be hidden, 

Like the salt getting mixed with water to get rid of the disparities of life.

Like I ignore the ongoing thoughts which keep bothering me every now and then. 

Like I tend to sleep to decamp the reality. 

Wait 

"What is happening?" 

"Are you okay?"I ask myself 

I'm fine. Fine fighting with myself. A battle which has no end, no ethics, no solution. 

A battle which has been accepted long back and is continuing since few years with the possibility of increasing with every day passing by. 

Wait 

 "What happened?"

 What happens when your mind is empty? I heard empty vessels make a lot of noise. 

Is drowning in your own bunch of thoughts noisy? I'm yet to discover that. 

 Wait. 

"Shh" 

 "Everything will be fine"

 The mirror gives me this delusion every night I go to him before I fall asleep, every time someone breaks my heart, hoping to get some relief and support. 

 "I feel free"

 Is something my mind would never let me speak.