Unlocked The World!

Dear Diary,

I am tired, tired of being tired. I am tired of being myself. Nothing inspires me to get up from my twin bed anymore, it is all a dark aura that surrounds. This is not just a lockdown now; it is lockdown on the ideas that I flouted my bed time to pen down. It is a lockdown on the productive thoughts that enlightened my mind. It is lockdown on the bubble I want to burst out of. My atmosphere is dull and so is my mind now.

I want to break out, break out to the light after the darkness, the classrooms that always remained cacophonic, the playgrounds everyone impatiently rushed to and the bells that rang for the break, one which was awaited above all, it is lost, lost for eternity. I want to be someone else, perhaps a doppelganger of mine or just me in some other unproblematic universe. But when I wonder, it seems that the other me would be unaware of the discomforts of the universe, the cushion there would fog the real problematic world. So here I am, perplexed of where I lie, perplexed of the roller coaster ride ahead and perplexed if this lockdown will ever unlock away