I can clearly recall the last time I felt so defeated, it’s that same complete series of mental exhaustion I have no fix for.
I can taste that familiar foul.

It was March 2010, 2 months away from my graduation, I still vividly remember those dreadful days.
I did not wake up looking forward to the next day thinking everything was going be sunshine full moon and some kind of deep breathing exercise would have my problems carried away by the wind.
I saw fear and uncertainties waiting to greet me by the twilight.

In a way, I’m still the same old helpless child from a decade ago, not knowing how to cope when I’m stuck in a corner haunted at every turn by my own shadow.
The shadow bears the cross of my bottled up sorrow which in turn gave birth to anger, resentment and bitterness.
The endless lament over lost times and the could have beens is one of the worst songs a singer could sing.
When I lament, I belt.
I don’t wish anyone  to be around when that ****** goes off,
I wish to be alone, I wish to not hurt anyone in the vicinity.

Once life starts resembling butterflies from paradise pollinating sunflowers in lush green field for too long, you fail to remember what calamities are. You start to believe G6 is the only mode of transportation and of course that is delusional.
The master of reality and time who holds the power will in its own time shatter your illusion.
Sometimes it reveals itself with a loud declaration, sometimes a whisper, slowly creeping up on you.

By the time you realized flying a 65 million dollar Gulfstream is not the only way to get around, you would be writing a sappy prose.