Sunday, January 15, 201210:39 AM
■ terribly depressed
The tiny little light I once saw at the end of the tunnel,
had suddenly flickered and disappeared.
It left me wandering around in the dark for some time,
and left me crying in tears and asking to leave.
I wanted to settle it once and for all, to leave the place and go back to my comfort zone. But I did nothing but tried to be brave like how I was back then.
The pressure of the pitch black world, with no one to share and talk to about my fears, I collapsed and tumble under the pressure of my own fears.
Then, there was the sound of footsteps right beside me. I contemplated and wondered if I should go forth and asked for help.
My feet would not listen to me while my heart begged to leave.
I struggled and managed to pull myself up, followed the footstep and reached out my hand.
There I heard the voice and I spoke of my worries. I confessed and conveyed my sins to the passing footsteps, asking it to allow me to leave. I cried and begged and rationalise my ways. But all it did was question me back and tried to make me stay.
I had enough, I said. Thats the end of it.
I was called in to the room which gave me comfort. The owner asked if I wanted to leave that badly. I said I really want out, I wasn't strong enough to tolerate and go under the pressure. I knew the consequences when I ask to leave. I know what kind of situations I would be in if I were to go back to where I was comfortable in. I had to ask for the departure as soon as possible before I do anything.
I was in for it, to jump in and to leave immediately.
And here I am, receiving the bad news of not being able to go back to my comfort zone, but being reshuffled to another.
I hope this torture would end.
