drunk a bunch of liquor bottle, hands are shivering-piece of newspaper flying around me creating noise and striking again again to break my peace, voice of crying child increasing the pulse of nerve. world is going against me slowly. feeling like alone in ghost island...nowhere to go. something happen to me very strange. inside feeling like go away farther and father....where where where...
i can not feel my soul...its dead now. there is no drop of liquor in the bottles. night is getting darker every moment. only few spices alive to survive and struggling with life and trying to knock others way. I want to make my own way where i need peace happiness and freedom. I am looking for a way which never ends where there is no addiction of breath. i want to betray this outlook given by God unnecessarily. I need my soul back, i cant bear the weight of this shell it is no use for me. I hate the freedom of wind, oh God give me the rights to flying like kites and birds. Take me back and fuse me in to rain, sand, wind and fire. this world is not meant for me i am feeling alone and need your support to trans me and forget about me.
why this is happening with me you put me in between where some has impose belonging boundaries. Its been very hard to live in this situation. slowly slowly decaying inside shell but it will take years to reach on my destination. please take care of them.
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