Yet another restless night. Thoughts are running wild, images starting to flash. One by one they turn into frames. Frame by frame they turn into a movie. A bad movie.
I’ve always thought that one day I can slip out and fly away. But days had turned into weeks, weeks had turned into months, months had turned into years. My heart betrayed me. It refused to listen. I wish I could just rip it off my chest and throw it into the trash.
So here I am, sipping on a cup of tea at 4 AM, still waiting for my wings to grow. And I feel like giving up.
The clock is ticking. I had to quit you.