I often judge my way of writing as analogical and comparative, on a different level. What's fey today? QUESTIONS! When I face just too much at one time, in one go, its be like I am trapped in a.. submarine! Locked up, alone.
With it being the only possible place I could breathe peacefully, I end up getting perfectly claustrophobic! I want to leave this mechanical submarine as I see the beautiful fauna underwater, through the window. But I then realise, what a disaster it would be, to see the entire flora in just one breath.. and then either drown down exasperated... or float back to the surface.. the reality!
I often feel like just runing away from all the questions I come across. As I see that nobody, absolutely nobody around me feels the same way, their lives seem to be so much better. Just like, my submarine is, in the cruel-most ways bliss to me, and the saline water is to the fish outside, if I step into the shoes of anybody else, life would rather be like me in the water out there, and the fish...you know where!
May be all I need to do is, learn to sail my sub, my life and bring it up, onto the shore, because, after all, the land is where I belong to!
