Part IV-
Losing my head by late Saturday night

Freedom from the Fear Within…

Am I scared? Maybe I am, scared of my self... scared of this life I call my own... I just want to run away from this all. Maybe run away from my self, maybe then ill be free, free from the shackles from the past.
Most say, running away is an act of cowardice but I beg to differ, its infact tougher than just living in the rut they call life, people walk away leaving you behind to pick up what’s left and what they didn’t want, which in most cases is nothing more than those dark images I talk about... and none of it makes sense to me no more…
Waking up to nothing is not what I had dreamt off…holding on to all those images in my head before I head to bed is not what I had hoped for, and now all I hope for is that freedom coz I know, hope is a good thing… maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies…
I find I am so excited with the thought of that freedom in my head, a thought only a free man can feel before the start of a long journey, the conclusion of which is uncertain… I hope I can make it across and find that freedom... I hope I can run from my fear... I hope…