my diary is exactly 3 feet away, at a diagonal angle. and yet i am not able to move and get it, despite several efforts over the past few days. but somehow, posting on my blog seemed easier. it feels as if i want to disperse my thoughts into the universe where they would spread and fade away, and not come back to me. i want so many things to be unreachable right now.
we all repeatedly yearn to go back through time and make things right. reality hit me long back, and i knew it wont happen, its worse than a dream or any drug to hope for such a miracle. today i want to run away so badly, that i have even lost an inkling to get myself back.
yes we keep saying running away isn't the option, but hey! it is. it needs to be right now. i want to cut off from every one. i have begun to love this silence. my silence. my lack of words. i like it, hell i love it.
we all repeatedly yearn to go back through time and make things right. reality hit me long back, and i knew it wont happen, its worse than a dream or any drug to hope for such a miracle. today i want to run away so badly, that i have even lost an inkling to get myself back.
yes we keep saying running away isn't the option, but hey! it is. it needs to be right now. i want to cut off from every one. i have begun to love this silence. my silence. my lack of words. i like it, hell i love it.
its as if i can see my past again. those dark days of depression when i forgot to even smile. i resided within 4 walls, in darkness and silence. i somehow like it more.
more and more.
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