Sometimes all you want to do is escape to a place where you do not exist - void of frustration, unhappiness, confrontation, emotional warfare.
A place where life does not haunt you, where you are totally free, your mind and heart at peace
At times the struggle between what we desire and what we are ascribed takes its toll on your soul
Gnawing at your mind, eating away slowly at your very essence
We were not meant to be like this - we were not meant to trod this road, treading precariously through the hidden landmines
Being human is undoubtedly fraught with complications that we are often ill-equipped to handle
Often it feels like being out in a desert - baron, aimless and clueless on the way out
Seemingly, the only way out, the only reprieve, lies in the abyss of dust and dirt
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