25th July

Lately, deep within my soul, anxiety and fear have been raging like wild waves crashing against the shores of my peaceful abode. They say home is where the heart finds solace, but lately, I've felt more like a wanderer in the halls I used to know so well.

A year has passed, and each day feels like a repetition of the last as if I'm stuck in an endless loop of monotony. My once vibrant spirit, so full of life's color and zest, now seems to fade day by day like dust settling on an untouched piece of art. The essence of my personality is vanishing into thin air, one by one, it departs unnoticed, much like losing a penny from a jingling purse—unnoticed on its own, but as the days pass, the jingling from the purse becomes silent.

I used to laugh, dance, run, fall, and fly not in the literal sense but had a spirited soul eager to touch new horizons. But now, as the sun sets on each passing day, a sense of restlessness surrounds me, and a veil of anxiety covers my heart. No longer do I find myself the captain of my emotions; instead, I seek refuge in the tides of others' moods, as if I don't want to drive, I let others drive me to any emotion they want.