What does my paradise look like? Will it be enough to make me happy? Or should I start looking somewhere else? More importantly what consolation will I find when I am broken-hearted. I don’t want to escape anymore but rather I want to be happy without having to worry about the situations I know I’m in. What’s keeping me alive is becoming a burden to me… I know that I am trapped. No one cares more than they want to. I don’t know what to do; it feels like I’m living in a prison and I just cannot get out.

✾themeekarestillhere✾

INDIAN MOON

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