I want to climb to the top of a deserted mountain. A place where I can be me, scream at the world, laugh at life's insanities, cry at its fate, stab a lifeless cute teddy till I am confirmed that its dead, feel the pain of which. I am sick of my ideals and I am fed up rules made by society which it breaks everyday. My hunger for pain has grown insatiable, I am done with excusing others and asking them sorry. I wish if life had handles, to break!
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that's the ultimate essence of life (and death), you learnt it very early. Just let it go
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