Tired... Tired of all things happened... I went to my room and slammed the door shut as I leaned on the door... Slowly my tears found it way out. I hugged my knees and cried harder and harder -Had made sure heard by none- until I felt suffocated...suffocated by surrounding...suffocated by people's...suffocated by the word 'home', 'school', 'love' , 'friends' and so on..
I feel like there was more to see in this world yet nothing.. I feel like there was more to express but yet no way.. I feel there is something more beyond my imagination yet my imagination is beyond everything.. I decided to let go that held me back and looked for myself.. I suffered in silence.. suffered without words.. And ran and ran away from everyone..
All of sudden everything around me blacked out.. And there was a soul with broken wings stood there looking down.. And there I felt the connection, the bond which I thought I lost from all.. I made my way to it.. I gasped at the image... It was however the same boring figure I see in mirror yet kinda indescribable.. Whisper of "Do you miss me?" echoed all over.. I looked at the past me and can't help but laugh.. "Atleast a little bit?" cried dubiously the past me. The hush descended over us. With tears flowing from both our eyes, it walked past me, "You might be sad later!" The whispers ringed inside me again and again.
Minutes passed.. I looked up at the sky as I mumbled, "It's for good!" In the sense, Atleast I don't regret!
