ESCAPE

ESCAPE.

It would feel pretty good if it could be possible.

I feel lost. Many times I try to resist this thought, but after some excessive carbohydrates, I realized that no amount of mind-stuffing activities can cure the thought.

I am exactly where I don't want to be; or I am where I am not supposed to be- just yet.

In fact, I don't understand why I am doing all of these when everything appear useless.

I can have triple of the salary I have been getting a year ago, but the feeling is the same. I still sigh at the end of the day for too much resistance; resistance of the thought that I do not like what I am doing.

I'm not sure if I call this a lazy attitude-but one thing is for sure, it's not what I want. What I want is something I have not discovered yet because I am stucked in here.

I wish a magic carpet would rescue me and make me feel a little less like a zombie.