Dear Amna [Untold Words and Some Burning Thoughts]

So this is where everything goes down.

When the mind screams for freedom but the heart won’t let go from the key. When the imprisoned and innocent captive doesn't have more space available for all his painful memories and needs to breathe again in open spaces. However, the prisoner cannot get rid of the memories while the heart clutches the key like it’s the only thing worth living for. Who can judge him? He beats for that key. What he doesn't know yet is that if he holds it for much longer, it will only end in his shattering and the mind’s suffocation.