The pressure is breathtaking, she is suffocated, she just want to run and hide, so she can just be. - Unknown

The sky was clear, but I couldn't see any stars or the moon, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Maybe the city lights swallowed the dark and even swallowed the dimmer lights. 

The street was clamorous both days and nights. The car horn sounds were so rowdy. Unidentified people screamed ear-splittingly loud in the middle of the night. Sometimes I wondered if they were drunk or just releasing their frustration, or even both. Either way, I envied them. 

I envied how they scream desperately and freely without thinking and taking others' comfort into consideration. I couldn't even show my frustration and anger when I was all alone. How annoying. 

In this chaotic place, I couldn't help but feel empty. The louder it got, the lonelier I felt. Grieves slowly ate away at my soul, bit by bit.

Lately, I've been thinking about freeing myself and moving far, far away. When I first got the chance, I felt thrilled. My cage was opened a long time ago. I am no longer chained, nor caged. But then I realize that I don't have enough courage to be free. I was pondering if it's me chaining myself, or if I'm getting used to being chained. Regardless, I want to go. It's suffocating. I wonder if the suffocation will disappear as I go?