LOST
Why do you always sit in that same spot? Why are you always lost in your thoughts? Don’t you like talking to me or anyone in the house? Do you enjoy sitting in that corner like a mouse? Are you afraid of something or depressed? My mum often asks these questions being tense. I am an overthinker and a daydreamer, Dreaming of my untold fantasies and desires. That spot comforts me like no other place in our home, I don’t care if sitting there I look like a mome. Nobody has betrayed me, and nobody ever can, I m neither afraid of anything nor suffering from any pain. My thoughts preserve life in my life, Overthinking is deadly they say, but this is what keeps me alive. I love to be lost this way, and I am going to remain the same, I never explained these things, Mum, but yes this is the way I am.