RUNAWAY!

I looked at the clock twice, it was some kind of reassurance of the fact that its was the right time. It was twelve and I very well knew Mom was snoring away to glory in the adjacent room. My bags were packed because I was preparing myself for the past three days. Two failed attempts per day , that makes it six...ummm not bad, will help me write a manual on running away from home.

I am tired of the scrutiny and nagging that happens around me all the time. I am 21, a successful media executive, travelled almost half the world, but I am still treated like a kid at home. I need ma own space and my own rules. I know I am giving all these explanations to move away from this shithole.

I feel flustered and claustrophobic. The house I grew up in suddenly seems to eating me up. I see horrible images moving around, maybe because I have developed a particular kind of hate for this place. The people living here make me all the more depressed and that includes my mother and her Lesbian partner, who are up on my ass everyday.

Jane moved in right after my father ran away with our maid. I know sounds like a scene straight out of a movie. My mother seems to have taken settling down with Jane a bit too seriously. I have no qualms about her sexual orientation, but she can definitly find a better woman to spend her life with. Jane is a bitch.......

How does that matter anyway?....Its almost 12.30 now...guess Geroge should be well on his way...WHOOOOSSSHHHHH!

noone to see
noone to believe.
life is like an empty circus
the merry go round
with all the colours around
whirls against the hollow air.....
Up you see the smoke rise,
my dead ashes in the air.