I might say I'm ok although I lie. Might hit the streets walking like a made man even when my heartbeat feels trapped and can't find enough space to breath properly because of the feeling of drowning and suicidal which creeps in like a cat in the dark.
Don't give in, I whisper to myself even after feeling the disdain and horror that suddenly clouds my thoughts then I take a walk through the corridors of my loneliness only to find company, a company of intuitive reasoning that I had groomed over these years.
So I take a seat there. Lit the bristles of peace that carries me till I stop hearing voices.
