The thoughts woven by my brain are predominantly cynical, the reason being unknown or maybe known but still unrecognized or maybe recognized but still unaccepted or maybe it's the way it's manufactured to function. All I crave for is to be free. Free means free in every sense of the word. Free from expectations, free from commitments, free from being held hostage by judgemental eyes of society, free from the shackles of family and free from everything that I once believed in and that are holding me back. I wanna be selfish enough to live for myself rather than being stuck here in this hellhole trying to figure out why I am doing what I am doing when I have no fucking idea what's going on. I am caught up in a whirlwind of my own frustrations having given up hopes of escape. I wanna be there where I can be myself without having to abide by the stereotyped version expected of me. I have been burnt down to ashes for the sake of others, and I am still in ashes hoping to regenerate someday.

- gbl