For a moment

I thought my world stopped revolving

Sucked into a vacuum

Oxygen level thinning

Palms cold with sweat

Body's weak

Never felt this before

This struggle

Another level of struggle

Not with the body

Not with the mind

It's the soul

A mash of cords intertwined together

With my soul in the heart of the mash

It’s unseen by the public, unfelt by the close ones.

But it’s constantly tightening. Breathless.
I need some air.

Fresh air.
I need some space.

Space of my own.

Needed to be around people I desired

Tough

I guess this is the time

we will have to face

a period we have to go through

Just wish this moment will pass by like a breeze

Every effort to loosen the knot

is countered by every attempt to tighten it

Change

I need to turn the situation to my favour

To break free

from the mash