To be honest, I often don't know what am I thinking.(only on certain things)
Procrastinating, living in my own world.
For many time, I still recall the things that I refused to recall.
But it just invaded my mind.
I could get out of my own maze.
Trapped in it, and guess somehow I'm use to it.
Thinking that I am enjoying, having much fun.
But someone told me it is better outside.
Can't make the decision,having difficulties to find way the way out.
Feeling helpless, but refuse to accept the help from others.
Pushing all away, thinking that it is best for me.
I refuse to get out, cause I am afraid.
Afraid of many things regardless is big or small.
Does not want to feel in the state of misery.
No matter what people say how wonderful is the world outside.
To me it is still the best to stay within my maze.
Maybe only till some ranger could pull me out of it.
Not letting me know, just slowly guide me.