I was feeling so hollow. The same sinking of the stomach, a leak in the lungs, and another big hole in the heart -I had all the relevant symptoms. This is not even close to describing how exactly I was affected by the on-going events of my life.
As I was walking down the street, all the faces around me seemed like a blur. The cacophony of chaos in the air was strangely blending in, with my low gasping. It almost sounded like Billy Idol strumming on his guitar and creating that weird noise like laser guns. Probably, all this was in my head. But what about the little beads that had accumulated in the corner of my eyes? My frenzied mind did not have an answer to that. I really couldn't go on logically analyzing what had brought me there.
Everything was slowly coming into view. I was standing in front of the ‘Oxford’ Book store now. Fuck. I walked right past my lane. I am no stranger in that area, but everything around me was giving me the jitters. I had already bumped into two people, and then, I realized what a fool I am. Why did I even choose to live, when I had all the reasons not to. The sound of a blaring horn from a bus, brought me to my senses. I had to focus and cross the road. The winding traffic was bogging me down. I had to reach somewhere before I changed my mind. Then I stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, and cars and other vehicles surrounded me out of nowhere. I heard the screeching noise from a hundred brakes and a thousand curses follwed....Oh... these voices in my head, will they ever shut up?
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