Embraceable You...

I want to be heard by the world.I know, no one visits blogs but perhaps someone will read my words one day and would definitely try to empathize with my journey from 18to24.Someone will read my words like now I read Owaiz's.He is dead but his words are there and I want to be here.I want to be heard through my words.

I created my own Imaginarium.

Dear world, I need rest now.Read my words but do not remind me of them.I always sleep at the time of stress.This time, I want to sleep permanently.

I stare straight ahead, aware that I am staring ahead.I used to stare straight ahead, lost in my thoughts, unaware of staring ahead until someone waved a hand in front of me and brought me back to the present. Now, though, I stare ahead aware of staring ahead. Not ahead, really. I just stare. I stare without looking. I can’t look. Looking leads to reality, and I don’t want reality. Reality is everywhere I look, rearing its ugly head from every direction. I don’t want reality or people or anyone who talks to me, but the fucking reality is everywhere, weighing me down. I spend my time in bed under the blanket, not the most comfortable place but under the blanket is where reality can be ignored. Pull it over your head and the world disappears. But people are always around. Why can I never be alone? I want to be left alone.

I need rest.

Peace.