Disconnected
I was lonely.
I had zero contact with the outside world, and there was nothing or no one to keep me company. To my surprise, even my parents were not keeping tabs anymore. It had been a very long time since I had heard from either of them. But again, I could not trust my idea of time anymore.
Time.
What was it? Neither did I know what time of the day it was, nor about the dawn or dusk. I could feel my past blend with my present with no sight of the future. It was just me and my memories. But I sensed even those memories to be inconsistent. The random visualizations made me wonder if they really happened to me or if I conjured up people just like they showed in the movies. I endured a force that pulled me deeper into a dark abyss without a chance to be seen again.
I badly wanted this feeling of uncertainty to end and escape from the shackles of my exaggerating mind. Oh, How I wished to get back to the routine that I had despised! I craved the gentle breeze to caress me as I took a morning walk. I wanted to jump down the stairs of my apartment as I ran late to work, yet again. The daily commute to work which usually seemed tedious felt inviting, for I would at least see a bunch of known faces and some strangers. I yearned for a glimpse of the outside world.
