Drifting
7-January A small child bearing witness to all these thoughts swirling inside. He reaches out for freedom, for relief. Yet it never comes. The more you have it, the easier it gets for it to lose its value. Even begging doesn't help. So, you find yourself downing your third beer of the hour, wishing for an escape. Right then and there, it comes. An idea. A thought. It may not be pure but, a desire. You look back to this exact day four years back. You see yourself, cramped in a small room, watching other people live and feel and with every sip of those beers you wish that it was you who were feeling them, or anything for that matter. Then, you had everything you ever wished for. Even the simplest of your desires came to be. Sure, you felt happy and fulfilled, for a while. But everything you've sacrificed for it kept coming up. That constant sadness that you so deeply enjoy, even though you keep telling people that you don't want to be sad. No, you like being sad. You like f...