A mirror hanged on the wall in the room dividing the world into two sides. One
side is the world we’re living in that everyone has the right to breath for
free.The other is the world in the mirror that you need to pay what you breath
...
And recently I always have a feeling that I was forced to get stuck in between
...
Sometimes I had to hold my breath in the mirror and sometimes I was allowed t
o come out of it and breath
Everyday is a rudimentary torpemente for me
Honestly I really got bored by this situation...
I tried to find out who’s the one that got me in
But those rats are pretty good at dodging
So now I’m trying to save myself
And I think I’m trying to do the right thing....
howeverI’m doing the right thing, they always make me feel so wrong...
It makes me feel like I’ve been confined in a chamber for so long that I star
t to bla
me myself for a crime I never commit. And everything start loosing control tha
t the boundaries in my heart start fading...
Welcome to call me crazy if that’s what you need
there’s no way to escape from the labyrinth no matter how hard I tried...
I didn’t ask for this.... that’s not my intention in the very beginning... b
ut somehow I was selected by someone I don’t know into this situation...
There’s no one I can ask for help...
Am I destined to this?
So many questions, who can offer answer?
All the suffering seems lose its meaning...
What have I done? What have I done?
For some , they call this carma and people who actually commit the crime could
walk away and say “problems are not mine...”
What a lousy dream...
Cheers to life!