Call - Kaash

How long will this continue he wonders? This unbelievable torture of wasted time and never ending misery that seems to run unbroken to the horizon. The same thoughts go round and round. The over-confident decisions taken based on false data. The inability to break away. The pointlessness of it all, self-induced and seemingly without a solution.

He hasn’t seen what outside looks like in the past fourteen days. For all he knows the world has stopped existing outside his door. Inside, he sits in the same corner and sinks ever deeper into a morass of his own making. He knows the problems. He even has the solutions but somehow cannot find the mental strength to implement those solutions. Constantly, the past swirls up like a fog, blinding and binding him. Is it a question of genes? Is it a lack of courage to stand up and effect change? Perhaps it is both?

There was some hope. Some hope of redemption that briefly flowered but that too slowly seems to be resolving into a mirage. People are too far away to matter. Relationships are in tatters. Everyone is the same. Over thinking things to the point of no return.

If only he could let go. Let go and free fall, free of all the insane expectations, free of all those who never came through when it mattered and free of all the desperate need to connect and talk. To live on a plane of existence independent of the whole world.

If only life was that easy and simple.