Vhy not speak up?
Isolation encompasses us all. It is an empty void, that sucks in all optimism and births out a distorted vision of the world. Mistrust and misapprehensions hang like fog in the air. Our expectations dwindle and shrivel up into a ball of basic necessities. With no one to confide into, we are left alone in our thoughts. These thoughts often swallow our conscience. Memes become a mode of communication. “Status” “Display pictures” become points of conversations.
And when we share our insignificant stories, stories of betrayal, stories of heartache, stories of success, stories of wantonness; we yearn to belong. We yearn to relate. We yearn to believe that we are not alone in our experiences, yet they are as unique as any we have had. People have tiny attention spans and hence, we try to not bother them. Meanwhile keeping thing inside becomes a ticking bomb.
