the way I feel

Questions are bombarded upon me from sky, under the ground and rest of the sides.. and I have only obscure something.. foggy feelings for an answer. I am stuck in an orbit of compelling images, some from the past and some more from my reveries and dreams. My life, life of my protagonists, fiction, and reality, philosophy and action, all of them pouring in to the same revolving and rotating bowl (like earth), merging and mixing into each other. I stand alone and bewildered. I feel like running away. I want to face it. But stand still, as if I am chained and locked. 


I want to stop feeling the way I do...


[found this piece of words, in the drafts]