the suppressed feeling of being in a small cage where everything is enclosed and you are stuck, is rather overwhelming. it's not like you don't want to get out of the rut. it's just that.... you don't have a choice.
the raging desire to fly openly and be free is burning strongly, producing huge flames and sparks that could light up the sky. but the sky i see is circumscribed by cumulonimbus clouds. it's dark and the road ahead seems bleak.
maybe what i need now is a new pair of contact lens. and a new direction to follow.
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