Sometimes, I am so angry with my own self, that I want to run away from here to the place where no one know me. My thoughts are in constant contradiction. But doing the balance of plus and minus, happiness and unhappiness, the answers clearly come out to be negative.
I want to go away, if not for forever, at least for a few days. I know there will be hardships but there must be something new, something to learn from the unexplored places and people. Here my breath seems to be stifled.
Silence is like a stone crushing me beneath it. I am like a fish cast out of water, gasping for the water, not to drink it but extract the elixir of life, the oxygen. I will definitely perish if remained in the present situation. How long can a person tolerate? Everyone has to go sooner or later.