photo by - Caroline knopf
I often dream of being isolated on a lonely beach tearfully waiting for someone to take me home. I often feel I am stuck inside a dark tunnel waiting to see the light on the other end as I am running hard with unsteady feet to find the end of this journey.
I often feel that such a life is cursed when you have to work for the family without being able to see them or be with them.
Life is quite abrasive.
To live a luxurious life we sacrifice so much. To achieve our dreams sometimes we lose our peace and choose to be in isolation and then longing to be coming back to life.
This post is linked to
three word wednesday