Looking at the birds encaged,then looking at ourselves made us feel superior that we are not encaged. But are we not encaged? Are we free? NO WE ARE NOT.

I want to write,write what I have felt and what I am feeling. what if i tell someone how bad i am feeling.

A day started very sad Me crying from inside Without any reason Weather seems agnostic Walls of my home sympathising with me

Stream of consciousness

The door of my home, it is not just door, it is not just walls,,ceiling and door It's my home full of memories. I remember coming from school, at my home's door I used to think, it will open give me relaxation from my whole burdensome day.