I can't help but feel there is no lightness in our being. Or to be precise in mine. I feel heavy, burdened. I feel like my lungs are weighing me down and my heart is weighing me down so that I can neither breathe nor feel. I am stooping day by day. I am in constant fear of being one with the ground. People will stomp on me and not give the flattened vestige of me a second look. '

At times I wonder whether that would be so bad. Would it really be that bad not being noticed? Not being looked at and judged? It is the dichotomy of two worlds within my mind. I wish I could make up mind for once. Do I wish I was normal? On most days. Right now, I just want to be devoid of feelings. Devoid of thoughts. I want to be free. I want to be and not be in the same moment. I want to just float in the nothingness that takes me everywhere and nowhere. How lovely it would be to transcend all the normalcy and the farce of reality.