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.