The following is an excerpt from: I know You. I don't know me.
*This incidentally was written by the author in a state of absolute clarity.
Chapter:6 - Seeking the final call
There are so many questions that I have. So many that they flood my mind, my veins, they flow in my bloodstream. They make me want to run away. Only if I could figure out where. Is there a place where my mind could be empty, devoid of thoughts, of questions? Where my veins won't burst and where questions don't clot my bloodstream. And what am I left with, even right now, when I look for an answer to escape from all these questions...more questions. Do they ever stop invading. They never relent, do they? Angst. Helplessness. Hopelessness. Wanting to scream out, to shout, to pull my hair one by one from their follicles, to peel of my skin and just step away from this life and if I am lucky step into another and if I am luckier, not step into any other. Not any more. The desire is gone. Just like my urge to find answers to my questions. It all seems superfluous. Everything does seem that way. What good is a voice that can't communicate? What good is a touch that can't convey. What good is a mind that is not open? What good is a heart that is unrelenting? What good am I if I am this...this thing that you see, hear, touch everyday, but wished that you had rather not?
Yes, I am distancing myself from you, like I am from the rest of them. But it has a sense of purpose. Atleast one that makes more sense from all the non-sense lying around. I wish to not corrupt you like I have corrupted myself, my body and my soul. I wish not to bring upon you the wrath that you would undoubtedly be subjected to by the mere instance of seeing my shadow. I only wished to protect you through my invisible presence, but I have tainted you thus.
I knew you, you with all your good and all your bad but unfortunately I only knew me as the bad that was within me. I knew not the good or if it existed. I knew not that me being me was the worst part.
Hence I say once again, one final time. I know you.It is me I don't know.and that it would be best for me to not exist any more and perish as was foreordained and reduce the misery of all those around by seeking my final call.
Name of the Author - Minority
