Ah, the relentless rhythm of life—a daily symphony of deception and disappointment. How long must I endure this monotonous dance? Why does goodness seem elusive, like a distant star in an overcast sky?
My apologies for my initial outburst. I am Min—a university student by day, a poet by heart. Life, you see, has woven a tapestry of mundanity around me. The same corridors, the same faces, the same hollow exchanges. It's as if existence itself has become a well-worn path, devoid of surprises.
But let me rewind. My past was painted in brighter hues. Family, friends—the vibrant strokes that colored my canvas. Yet, time, that fickle artist, has blurred those lines. Now, solitude is my reluctant companion. Conversations echo in empty rooms, and laughter fades into memory.
University life—a paradoxical maze. Fake friends masquerading as allies, relationships built on fragile foundations. Amidst this masquerade, I yearn for authenticity. They say time changes everything, but when will it alter my script?
Today, a revelation shook my fragile equilibrium. A trusted friend whispered betrayal behind my back. She spun a tale of my stepmother's affair with our professor, linking it to my academic success. Hilarious, isn't it? I, the unwitting pawn in their clandestine game, neither confirm nor deny. My knowledge is as limited as my desire to engage.
And so, I remain within these walls. My family frets, but do they truly care? Their concern feels more like a pretext to confine me—a reason to lock the door and throw away the key. Yet, I yearn for the world beyond. Streets unexplored, faces unseen, places untouched by my gaze.
I crave the sun's warmth on my skin, the scent of rain-soaked earth, the cacophony of bustling streets. I want to be more than a ghost haunting these familiar corridors. I want to breathe, to taste freedom beyond these walls.
So, if anyone hears my plea, take me away from this cocoon. Let me step into the world—awkward, uncertain, but mine to explore. Please, someone, help me break free.
Please~ please ~