I always wonder why it has to be me , why me, what it will we , if , it's not happened , it's like same thing reoccurring over and over again , I always found myself running and running aging from the situation , why , why , damm it , why I am that much fragile , why I always relive the same thing in different mold , why
Everyday I woke up I found my self surrounded with same color wall around me , from normal person view ,it is a room with basic necessities but from my view it is a prison , prison are those places where person detent unwillingly but in my case I am willingly traped here because I don't have any other choice , I guess being useless is another kind of punishment , invisibly inflicted by god on people like me , who has dream but not have enough determination to make it real .
'Death 'huh' kind of seven wonder of my mind.Unique uncanny but ultimate truth , which no one can deny.
