A World Where I Belong

There are days when I just want to escape—escape from this world where every step feels forced, every smile feels rehearsed, and emotions are drowned in expectations. I want to breathe in a world where nothing feels obligatory, where being myself is enough. No pretenses, no masks, no filters. Just me. A place where I don't have to shout my emotions to be heard, where I am valued without begging for it, and where love is not conditional.

Imagine a world like that.A world where the sun kisses my skin with warmth, not the burning reminder of a race I didn’t sign up for. Where the wind whispers stories to my soul, not rushes past me, carrying deadlines and burdens. A world where winter feels like a cozy blanket, not a cold emptiness, and where snow makes me feel like I’m in a fairytale—delicate, magical, untouched by harsh realities.

In my world, life would be simple.There would be slow winds carrying the scent of flowers, a lush jungle teeming with life, a sky that always has room for stars, and fireflies that light up the night with hope. There wouldn’t be any pressure to prove myself. Happiness wouldn’t be something I work for; it would just exist, like the stars in my sky.

But in this world—this so-called real world—I have to try so hard to make people happy.

To show them that I matter, to make them realize that my emotions are real, that I am real. Why do I have to put in so much effort just to be seen? Why can't they just feel my worth without me having to prove it? Why is it that everyone is running—running after something, running from something—but no one wants to stay, to hold on?

It’s exhausting, isn’t it?Trying to fit into a world that never stops, never listens. A world where everyone is selfish, just like me. I’m not angry at them. I understand them. Maybe we’re all tired—tired of carrying unspoken emotions, tired of pretending that everything is fine when it’s not.

Maybe that’s why I want to escape.

Not because I hate this world, but because I crave something more. I crave a place where love isn’t measured in grand gestures, where worth isn’t tied to what I can do for others, and where I can just be. A place where people don’t just see me; they feel me.

Until I find that world, I’ll keep dreaming of it. A world where emotions are pure, where the stars listen, where fireflies light the way, and where I can finally breathe freely. A world where I belong.