I feel caged here. I do not know even once when I have spent days doing nothing – no work. I want to shout, scream… alas, all I can do is write. No one laughs with, no one to cry. I have no clue how others live in such dismay. The environment is scratching and ripping me apart; making me feel like an oblivious object that has entered an alien world, which she would wish she should have never entered. I want to tare the space, emptiness surrounding me and go to the world that I rejoice the most.
Everyone here is either not aware or are pretenders. No one seems to be available. They love staring at space rather than going home. I am lost. Have I lost or is it the human race? People around the world do not have sufficient work. Or is it they have but are not allowed to do?
I am standing here at the end of one shore, far away from my destination. All I can think about is my home; where my mother awaits my arrival, my sister’s eyes are dying to see my sight, my sweetheart nephew is longing to play with me, and of course, my computer, bed, toys, work all desperate to feel me. Every morning I feel I shouldn’t be here. I am to be somewhere else – the place, which I virtually experience in my dream…
I still have to be here; for this is the step to bring my dream closer. All I can think now is to hug my mother, to sense the comfort once more.
I stand here crying, but nobody can see my tears; I stand here broken down into pieces, but nobody to collect them; I am here, here, where people have all the senses working perfectly but cannot feel.
I beg myself to release me from the pain I am going through. I curse my self for being treacherous to myself. I am all alone, standing here…
