Wishful Thinking At The Devil’s Hour

Sometimes, however strong the chains, the walls break and you start feeling the void again—painful, horrific and sinfully empty.
Sometimes, however strong the chains, the walls break and you start feeling the void again—painful, horrific and sinfully empty.
I have to do everything ordinary even though at the back of my mind I know, it’s all pointless and temporary.
As cliché as it sounds, every time you face a breakdown, pause for a minute and breathe.
Today, six years later, I still do not know where I am or what I am doing. I’m lost in this dreary maze of being alive and not existing at the same time.