Did it ever occur to you that the world you are living in is actually a room which has many doors, an open ceiling, and a cozy balcony? Is the world actually dreamy? or is it just me who is trying to persuade myself to believe in my theory? Theories are imaginations. The imaginations are us. There are many questions. The answers though are easy to find, are in fact are tough to understand. The truth is always like a hot knife. It will heal your wounds, seal them tight never to be opened again, but the burn is unbearable. These articles, these sentences, where do they minimize themselves to? Your imagination. We are always trying to hide our self from the threats that our heart brings in. We have constructed an invisible jail. We are always behind bars. We are always in the debt of our own sins. We keep forgiving ourselves, and the debt of not learning makes us depressed. Now tell me, do you really think, getting out of depression with the help of pills, will make you happy? Depression is like a drug. You accept being in a state that gives you the freedom of not being violated by others. It is better to be stabbed by a known, one who cares, because they will take you to the hospital after the incident, keeping in mind that you are alone in this ‘World’ than the one who is a stranger to your soul.

There are many ways, you can free yourself.

What if you don’t want the keys to your jail to be found?

What if you want to be the one they don’t want you to be?

What if you just want to be alive, like a zombie?

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