Every day… My eyes slowly open, from my peaceful slumber. The beam of the sun’s ultra violet rays hit me as soon as I push my curtains aside.” Everyday…” I think to myself. Life is like a treadmill. I run, but I don’t seem to be going anywhere. The people around me see me as if I was just their everyday friendly shadow that sits beside them, I also see myself as a walking trigger for anger as soon as I walk into a room I can feel the vibe of an anger smite me before I speak, some try there absolute hardest to pretend I am not of existence. Into a place I shall run, a place that vacant of people and I begin to question myself . There the very first question that appears in my mind. What will I do?
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…i’m with ya…I feel that way often