THE WAY TO CONSCIOUSNESS

My body is stuck, and my mind flies. Flies between my words, and my will. I want to leave, “It's time!” she said. But my body is stuck, tied up to something, that I don't understand. No one is happy. Everyone grabs, grabs at the pointless. The meaninglessness of appearance, of talking. About you, me, and them. And here I am. Alone, suffering from the pain. The pain of the community, and my own rain. Pain. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I want to fly. Fly away from here. I want to laugh, laughing until I cry. But my body is stuck. Tied up to something, and I don’t understand why. And now, which direction should I choose? Choose… “Yes! Choose!” she said. Choose... a good balance.