The doors began to lock behind me one by one as I approached into the dark. " Open your eyes " one of them said... I saw an image reflected under the beam of faint spark. " Look at yourself " another whispered... a clown drowned in tears...he was not happy, but colours flowed down his pale cheeks revealing his true self... he remembered a story being told of a war marshall, being involved in self denial. He was stuck in anxiety. Living in a world he wrote and played in. Memories started clicking at the back of my head, am I starting to roar in the same manner ? Delusions ? I appeared in a forest next, with apple trees all around me. I felt pressure suppressing my chest.. It was a compilation of tattered papers ripped off an old anecdote. Every little detail was how I approached every single incident of my life. How imperfect can one be ? Striving for a breath under the deep cold waters. Looking face to face at loved ones, dropping the will to life once again for oneself, but for the many persons that you have to answer to.. The dependants.. The lost.. The sick... I've had enough of witted fights, and I'm having more with myself... I wanted to leave, but as I looked back at the smiles of the folks, I couldn't bare to... When will this tug of war come to an end ? The pistol has been fired, all you can do at this point of time is to continue running to the end.. Across all obstacles, I'm just trying to reach the end in a flash... What's next ?
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