Sitting along the foot path having an unusual lunch I saw those innocent brown birds.The small, and quirky ones as if they were from my home. Bringing me back the sweet perfume of the lawn, the cold chill of waiting eyes. The hopped around picking up the pieces of bread, reminding me like here you are struggling for your food; and we have been waiting for you to fill that tub of water for us. Ahh wishes and wonders of joy and then a sudden lightning bolt; waking me up from my dream land. I just realized the head lights of car, people chattering, and lunchbox of rice on my table. I was just worried about my place, and I guess it was taking me in storms. "I felt this weak only once before", my heart whispers to my mind and I keep eating.
I used to be allies with solitude but this time I was captured, prisoned, and was left struggling with every worst possibility of defeat and pressure. The shattered shards of me being part of some upcoming world, the colours, the vivid lights, and the cuddly feeling were suddenly pinching the blood out of me. It was all just pitch black again, yes again! Dead silence as your ears feel that scream inside of you.
"Are you giving up? It's just a struggle you know it" words inside me. "Nobody likes this dreamer, nobody likes the fantasy. You can prove yourself one sensitive pussy, crying and praying again for torniquete. Or you can start being a practical man with rational decisions to live in this sinister". Thoughts, words, images, flashes surround my head like a ricochet. A dark faces laugh in my face, memories come back and it made me stood on the thin bridge of ice, melting under my feet as the time ticks out!
Desprately I tried to clear my head and what I had was like search for distraction. I didn't wanted to think about it, may be forget everything and start playing idiot!
