Glaring. Thinking. Judging.
Staring. Gossips. Smiling.
What are you most afraid of?
In the rusted corners of your dreams, in the corner of your brain, dust gathered. In the vague of self existence, the people you meet add on to the gusty life.
The worst part of all is, you are imprisoned with full security. Imprisoned with relations tied onto your neck, clutching your hands are feelings and clutching your feet are your own dreams. The dreams that are independent of what people think, the dreams that are independent of what your mind thinks. The dreams that you feel. The dreams that are the reasons why you wake up daily. The dreams that you have, to kickstart your heart. The dreams that you have to break open from all cages.
But then, time is a friend of none.
Remember? Remember remember?
YOU ARE IMPRISONED WITH FULL SECURITY AND THE JAILURE IS … TIME.