Realizing that nothing matters to you, is scary.
Realizing that nothing frightens you, is creepy.
Realizing that no threat works on you, is eerie.
Realizing that even after realizing all of these you feel nothing, is heart-breaking.
But what's this?
What's this that all of these realizations are making me feel?
Why does it feel like freedom?
Why's there a hint of independence in all of this?
Like nothing is chaining me down anymore,
And I can do whatever I want.
Nothing's stopping me
From flying away.
But am I really flying like a bird?
or like an aimless balloon?
Is that how I wanted freedom?
To roam aimlessly? Yes.
To have no strings attached? Yes.
To have no control over myself? No.
Was what I paid worth it?
Worth it to earn freedom?
Is this how I imagined freedom to be?
Do I even want this freedom?
What's this?
Why am I having second thoughts?
I finally found the freedom I had always cherished
But why am I not happy?
Will I ever be happy?
Do I even deserve to be happy?
"NO, NO, Go away!"
I screamed.
"Please someone stop these thoughts."
I begged.
All I got in return was nothingness.
Those thoughts are getting louder.
Louder. LOUDER.
And I'm getting out of control.
I laughed.
Laughed hysterically.
Because sometimes maybe what we want,
Is not what we need.
And now I can't stop laughing from the irony.
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Shattered Pieces
Rawak"Once I had a mirror, With which I could look into my mind. But one day, it fell And shattered into millions of pieces All of whom I have yet to find." This is a collection of all those missing pieces.
