All this time I was thinking my life was a movie
I am not an actor, I am a character
I didn’t know I was playing a role,
All I knew is I am a part of a story

It doesn’t need to be a great story
For me, as long as someone
Is eager enough to get the whole of it,
I’m already satisfied

It does not need a lot of kissing,
It does not need a bunch of hugs,
It does not need endless conversations,

The protagonists, staring at each other’s eyes,
Full of meaning and emotions,
Would suffice…

‘Coz a story doesn’t need to end happily
It does not need to show nakedness and drugs
It does not need violence and gore
All it needs is to move even a single creature

The world gets quieter.
It gets darker.
The hot, salty tears sting my eyes and burn my cheeks.
What is going on?
Am I dying…?
I start to choke.
My lungs shrink, pleading for one more breath.
I am desperate to scream.
But it feels as if someone has stolen my voice.
I am disoriented.
I don’t know what’s up or down or left or right.
Everything is spinning around me.
I cannot think.
My thoughts are fuzzy and lost.
My blood burns as if lava courses through my veins,
Yet I shake as if I were plunged into a freezing ocean.
I am drowning.
I sink deeper and deeper.
The pressure crushes my chest.
My hearts pounds like a war drum.
I am at war.
This is one of my daily battles.

But how do I achieve victory?
I am losing.
I am running out of strategies…