I need oxygen.
I feel lightheaded from the lack of air.
I want to breathe.. yet I am gasping.
It started with lotsa sun. Then came the clouds. Then came the thunder. Then came the rain.
I stood in the rain for a while.
I went to this floor where I could overlook the streets, still feeling the raindrops coming down. Lots, lots, lots of morbid thoughts, as I stood a step up to the little platform where I could see the world down there a little closer.
The vision of it was blurred by the rain.
I was there just moments earlier.
I still couldn’t breathe.
Are we really given choices when people want us to make a choice?
I am drained. I am exhausted, really.
The pain crept up the back of my head again.
I think, it is even possible to betray my soul just to find momentary peace.
Well, no one wants to spare a thought, no one wants to give a little space, right?
Of course, they never think about giving that bit of respect.
Not even on a weekday. A busy weekday.
Maybe, misery loves company.
They can’t be happy, so can’t you.
It’s okay. I can deal with being unhappy.
I can deal with that little air.
Let the life seeps away from you, and you don’t need that much to begin with.
And the aching in the chest? It won’t happen anymore once you stop giving life to it.

