i really dont quite remember when it first came upon me again, this desire to escape from the plethora of chaos that reigns in my head and has kept me up throughout. It just seems to creep up on me, with quiet stealth. By the time im aware of it, it is too late to resist..or even try to delude myself in slumber. outside, the world is stirring to life as daylight gradually streams into every house; the oh-so-annoying sqawking of crows, motorcycles' engines rumbling, music that accompanies those early morning exercises, hushed voices of people leaving for work etc etc
It holds me, quietly goading. At first it was only a voice that whispered constantly in my ear, with increasing volume, in a foreign language. It is driving me mad, this insistent, incomprehensible urge to escape, almost unbearable. Leave everything and everyone. Simply walk away. Right now. or maybe when the time is right. when is the right time anyway?
Never have i doubted that my dream may become a necessity someday.
