You’re stuck there, like a boat tied to the shore. The waves come and go, like the days and nights, but you are still in the same space, unable to move, unable to make sense of anything. You wonder, will you ever be free from this living hell? Will you ever be able to let the waves take you away in wild adventures and never look back? You’ve been running away from life for very long, and now you wonder, will you ever be able to go out and face the world again? Even the thought of it seems terrifying now. You’re scared, lost, and lonely. They tell you it’s all your fault, you chose this life, and to some extent it is, but how do you fight the constant battle that resides within? Sometimes you win, but you mostly fail. There’s this sadness, that keeps weighing you down like stones tied to your feet, and sometimes all you could do is stay in the dark and hope to be rescued. But, how can someone rescue you, when the shore feels like home to you? How can someone rescue you, when the wild ocean seems like a distant dream to you? The roughness of the waves scare you, and you’re afraid of being lost in the wilderness of the ocean. What’s disturbing is, you’re not afraid of being in the shore forever, but you’re afraid of being back in the ocean.