The prison that sets me free

Words! Words are vital to me. It is through words that I can express my feelings, that I can create new worlds. I found out this early in my life, and I embraced them.

I was eager to find all the words that matched my feelings, so I could take them out of me. I was happy while I wrote words. I could be free, free of all the chains that bound me into this world. I could create new places where I would be understood. I could express what I thought without any fear.

But in time I found that I imprisoned myself in words. I found out that words are mere cages of feelings. It happen when I was searching for a word that expressed what I am feeling. I could not find any, so I search all the dictionaries, all the books. Studied every single word and realized that a word is but a prison!

Now I find myself imprisoned by words, but yet these words are still the remaining place where I can be free...

Suicide

I was alone. Someone knocked at my door.

"May I come in?" she asked.
"Who are you?" I replied, to a person who seemed familiar to me.
"Ssshhht, I cannot pronounce my name out loud here, let me in and I will tell you."

I was alone. I needed companionship, so I let her enter my home.

"Who are you?" I asked again as she kissed my face.

"I am the beast of this society, the untold secret, the last companion of many people. I enter gently in life and I free my closest and dearest friends. I make sadness go away. I take the heavy load of this life. I am Suicide..."

"I was expecting you." I whispered as she caressed me...

Welcome to my crib...

Welcome to the darker version of Stran. This is my new home, my public inner home. Here I will write about what I feel, how I am and will have no mental censure of me.

Here I will explore all my feelings, let my saddest, weirdest and unthinkable thoughts become words.

But, if by chance you already read something from my previous blog, or if you only get to know me here don't be afraid, this is but a version of me, the saddest and darker one...