Kaaidot

I run relentlessly, but still remain imprisoned. I shout into the void, met only by crushing silence. I pray with desperate devotion, Met with a hand of indifference, futility coats my fingers. How long until my resolve fractures?

I want to return to those simple days of living, when I would retreat into myself and observe the world from some quiet corner of my consciousness, detached from its incessant demands.

There are some conversations I hardly have with people. I am someone who prefers to approach things objectively. I cannot just be shouting and throwing words around for the sake of it, especially when there is little or no substance behind what is being said.

Sometimes, when I pick up my bag and pack all my exhaustion and reluctance into it before heading to work, I feel like a modern-day slave trapped in an endless cycle. I know I am a victim of a system I despise, but survival leaves me with little choice but to participate in it.