suffering
I don't know what it is with suffering.
Everyday I see tortured souls like mine, mechanically going through our daily tasks, dreaming of a better day.
We hate where we are.
We are tired.
We'd like to move on desperately, to get rid of this old and rusty ball and chain.
I wanted to find another path.
And then fate did it's job and slapped me with an "End of Contract,"
I choked, felt lost and I stayed when I was inches away from freedom.
It feels like centuries ago and I'm still on the same boat.