ONE DAY I WILL LEAVE
Starting the day with the same old routine, getting up when the alarm clock asks us to. Boarding the bus at a time assigned to us, attending the classes or signing into the daily job, taking a break at an exact time appointed and then after the same old routine heading back to home, having dinner and going for a not-so-relaxing-sleep. Nothing ever changes, it all remains the same, the same people i see on my way, the same work the same chores to do, the so familiar sunrise and the oh-so-beautiful moon, and nothing ever changes just the moments I lose. With every passing day. another chance to paint outside the blue is lost,its gone, only until this all gets too much and my mind wanders back to the void it has since everything started to be the same, this void is a boxed out emotion that I never tend to visit, this void is denied of any crack so no light enters, nor does any leaves. “Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't