As i lay in this bed the world cut of from me ,feeling like i have been cut off from reality fixed in my zone this breeze through the window nd this anger tht i feel are the two elements that bring me back to reality;the only

two tht remind me its not a dream this in me here and now.I have pondered over this issue for hours played all possible scenarios ...if i say pink he will say blue... we wont agree on this issue..it will be difficult to even

agree on disagreeing ...so I am thinking, should i leave ,take my belongings and leave?? Should i just close this chapter too and add this to my pile of things i have given up on? My fear ,my pride and my being says


thats the way to go ,this is what i am used to this is the only way i know how to solve my issues i walk away and i box them and shelf them and i refuse to revisit them ..but no day passes without me thinking of how i

will one day open this room full of shelves packed to the fullest with these miserable boxes? So what do i do today? Do i change me or do i continue living dangerously? I am at the cross road and i do know which

route to take the latter ,yes cause that is my comfort zone little to deal with for now as opposed to unraveling this whole issue,but i feel an ache to my heart it yearns for me to shout out and say what i feel,speak out and

be heard agreement or not this box it cries out should not be shelved ....i am at a place i find difficulty in being me ..i am finding me and i am not taking strides ...but this could be the moment i take my first stride the moment i will look back on and realise i took tht stride and it helped m find me.