We knew this day would come. It’s just a matter of time.

FLASHBACK

Music🎶🎶(Distant sound coming from an enclosed room). Mum opens the door— "What in the lords name are you doing??” "Pouring so much sweat like a tap with a worn out washer"

Yep! That’s me in my room—with my Sony Walkman, been hours connecting with every track like I wrote it, word for word—Day Dreaming.

This boy must be suffering from Mania” she said with a pitiful tone and a concerned look on her face; Countless times this incident had occurred.

I’ve always knew deep within me I wanted no normal life.

PRESENT DAY

Beep! Beep! Beep! 7:30 am: my alarm clock shirlled. Huh! Fuck! " I grumbled. Picking myself up from the bed in an half awake state. 9-5 almost drained me out of a soul.

Dreadfully repeating same circle 6 days out of 7

“Shii I’m late!”

My mind, all over the place, so as the scene

The one bed-room flat with a window cluttered with doggy bags and dirty uniforms from previous work days—A reflection of the inner world.

"Where did I ??…

"Can’t…Even. Gosh!… I screamed.

Furiously in-search of a sketchy file I had casually flung nonchalantly,

On this cause and within this time frame, stumbled upon my old Sony Walkman—a sudden pause followed by a vivid nostalgic feeling evoking sorts of emotions—felt like I had locked who I really am away…

Picked up my old media player, the only thing I could feel is my intense flushing face, all the chaos became still.

Slowly sat down with the player laying on my palm, introspecting… "IS THIS THE LIFE I PROMISED MYSELF ?"

Reflecting on how many years have sacrificed to "Societal Expectations” how many years have stopped dreaming.

"Ring "Ring "Ring—Boss

"Are you out of your mind??

"Do you have any idea what time is…??

"Huh?"

"This will be the last time I—

"I QUIT".

( Hang up )