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 see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.” 
― 
John GreenPaper Towns



But today, I let this void crack open, and the light that enters ignites the time old desire that I have tried to hide for so long, that it burns with a fire hard to put out just yet.
I always wanted to leave, to dive into the unknown, to get away from this mess I have made, from the daily routine I hate to follow, I have always wanted to leave, into the wild.
To leave and see the rising sun in a different city each day until and unless there aren’t any left to, to breathe a fresh air and feel the essence of every corner that I could never discover, to move around into the fantasy as it seems, to dive into my own void and crack it open to fill it up with experiences unknown yet beautiful to put into words, cause this void is meant to be filled with every inch of my desire.



And ONE DAY I WILL LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK. I will fade into the sunset and get lost in the night, and you won’t find me. I will dive into the oceans, as deep as my soul, into the unknown tunnels that don’t know my name, I will scream my name from the highest mountain and lose myself in the echo.
I will leave and for once live my life for myself, I will leave and you will know that I was infinite, I was not just a body without a soul, that I was not JUST ANOTHER DREAMER.



xPURNIMA



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