Well, Hello There!

WOO!

I can do things! I can talk in rhymes! I think I am crazy, but there's just too many things growing out of my mind! I…I feel like I know what to do. Yet at the same time I know I will forget it just as soon. I toss and turn in my head, and I end up back where I started.

It's like the movie 'Inception'. I think I got "Incepted!"

I see things from many different views - my eyes, and from the third person view. I try to rationalise things, but I come up with nothing. It feels like paranoia, but it can't be! I seem to know more…or has this all just been a dream? Even in my semi-conscious state I knew I had to tell someone about it.

I experienced so many emotions that I feel I could relate. Depressed, overjoyed, I was there. But to say that I knew, that would only mean to understate. Not my experience, no, but the emotional state. I am very sure those who are depressed are going through a million times worse what I experienced during just a few minutes.

I curl up in bed, unfolding at times. I would check my phone, for the time.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
"It's only been two minutes?!" I feel suffocated! I want to escape! I feel like death is the only release. But my friends, what will they think of me? My family?

I must be crazy to travel alone. How did I end up here? I feel like I have planned to put myself here before I even realised it.

All these while, the noises I hear are still there. Unyielding, growing stronger it seems. They talk; they sing. They are taunting I think!
I hope for day to come, maybe it will bring better company.

I toss and turn, and check the time. It has only been two minutes. But it feels like eternity!

"If only I could just list all of these thoughts down," I'd figure a way I tell myself.

So I make a plan. A resolution you may say. I listed the mistakes I did and the pain it got me to. All of these, in my head, my semi-conscious state, curled up, unfolding at times, in bed.

I wish my friend was there, right next to me. She would soothe my misery.

Now the pain has lessened and I feel better. I placed my thoughts and I can think clearer.

After having it all gathered, I feel happy now, elated. I miss my friend somehow, being all alone in foreign place. She's all I think about.

Have any of you ever gone through this experience, and after the whole ordeal just breathe out a loud pant? The feeling that you know better now; the feeling that you know you don't have to go through it all alone. The feeling that you get when you breathe in that air, that oxygen, after being deprived of it. Just like coming out of the water and sucking in the air, filling your lungs.

I stand by the thought that, God did not just put me on Earth to be tried and tested, and not rewarded. I must have a purpose for being here. And my dreams are definitely the path to my happiness.

cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am.

I bid you goodnight Opusseers. I hope you did not have to go through what I did just to figure out the simple pleasures of life - Friends, family and thoughts are mine.