Everyday I wish I can escape. I wish I can step out of my mind for a moment to take a deep breath of fresh, cold air, to breathe away this heaviness. But that’s just a wish. A wish that seems like an eternity for it to be granted. Escaping. Escaping is what I want. But escaping is not right. It only means running endlessly without a solution in sight.
Everyday I whisper to myself over and over and over again, “…but there’s no way out. God what should I do?!” My mind is jailed. But one day I know I’ll come through.