Can someone be in the crowd and yet she feels so alone? Can someone screams and yet nobody hears?
There are times when I feel like I’m living in other people’s body. It is as if everything I do is the act of someone I know and yet so unattached. As if I see someone is sleeping on my bed, doing my works, eating my food, or driving my car. As if I look at myself doing a lot of things yet it was not me doing it. I think I’m so messed up that my mind tricks me.
It is so messed up. The world is. I don’t think I can live up to it, not in a normal way other people could. What’s normal anyway? There is nothing normal about this world, not to me. Everything is so messed up in here. A place where things don’t look as it seems. A place where people could put on their faces in so many different ways within seconds yet they call each of them the genuine one. A place where everything was staged and yet it was so believable everyone thinks it was a natural and spontaneous act. A place where those colourful voices just sound so clearly black and white to me. I hate it. I want to live elsewhere but here. Let me go. Let me be off far and far away. Out of this world. Let me leave.
You see. What an irony. Nobody stops me, and yet I’m still here.
The Journey 