#ivebeenfound

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I’m stranded by these walls, walls that keeping me in place. It’s very bright; it’s very clean and just perfect. Who would want to escape from these walls? Walls that’s keeping everything in place. In this place I can do many things, things that I didn’t know I can do. Inside these walls there are people who believe, trust and depend on me. Slowly, slowly oh slowly as the time passed by, years passed by it became a burden and it’s suffocating me. Again I slowly, slowly and slowly want to escape from these walls. How can I escape if I can see them, the reason, the very reason why I stayed so long. Their faces, their smiles, and simply our memories that shared together that now I can barely recall. Why Am I like this? Do I like this feeling? Feeling of guilt is it? Or feeling of regretting? Am I happy now that I’ve escaped from those miseries? Am I or Am I not? This is confusing, I’m confusing. Confusing myself to these questions that I already know what are the answers. Asking myself of these questions that are already answered, answered by me long time ago but now I’m questioning myself again. Doubt it is, no it isn’t, I’m messy, I’m broken, and I’m lost in my own walls. Walls that I created unwillingly, and unconsciously, created without anything at all. 

Naked, I’m naked. I don’t have anything that’s what I keep on thinking.(But they said) I have everything looks, brain, personality, wealth and simply everything, I’m perfect. No! I don’t agree. They all think that my life isn’t messy, that my life has a direction and it’s just waiting for me they are all wrong I am the one who’s waiting, waiting to be found but I stopped doing things to be found, simply I’m lost and no where to be found.