It’s the tragedy of our times. Being caught in helpless situations, helpless places. It’s a strange feeling to find oneself marooned in a city of people. Maybe there is an inherent contradiction here but I will let it pass.
One wakes up and Finds that his heart is empty. There is emptiness and desolation all around. He/she walk in the desert of life looking at every person around as if in a dream. The darkness around him which turns everything grey, threatens to totally drown him. Its hard to breathe but then life goes. A lifeless sun rises and sets culminating a lifeless day. Day after day after day.
But joy does return. Slowly but surely. And one survives.
We strive so hard to be free and yet the harder we try, the harder we are bound by hidden strings back to unknown things lingering about in our past. Because freedom itself could just be a hallucination. And we just might be too scared to admit the truth.
What can I say ? It seems as someone once said it we are all prisoners of our desires. And we remain prisoners however far and however hard we may run.
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