...!

It’s 2:15 at night.
I lay motionless in my bed, awake. Staring. The body seem to be as light as a feather except for the weight of my soul.

The soul has been there, trapped for what seems like an eternity, wanting to break all the shackles, wanting to be free.

My mind is blank as it was on the day I was conceived.

It’s like my very being is at war, conflicts within me are tearing me apart. A soul, which wants to break free; a mind that gave up all it had earned over years; the entire existence is at stake.

Yet now, I feel secure, free from all the barriers. In my eyes are dreams of an utopian world, the world I have always been a part of. The restlessness of my soul, the betrayal of my intellect is nothing but a way of my heart to avenge its grief because it is not the physical materialistic world that it seeks but a life full of dreams in a land full of austere beauty.

Peace! Why?

I will probably never understand The way I think. The way I feel. The way I understand. The way I am. I have no reason for this strange peace within me. But it can do a world of good to a person who is so unaware and so unsure of himself.