The state of helplessness hits me every time I wake up. From the annoying people around me to the depressing and now monotonous surroundings.
There exists a crying urge within me to break free from this barrier and simply runaway. Off to a more peaceful place where people mind their own business while being a collective at the same time. The time to explore in Boston and the people there, they are a whole new experience. It's what one actually calls 'life'. Why? Because the city is lively. It grows in you from the instant you set afoot on to its inviting soil. You voluntarily want to step out and explore - the city and yourself as its integral part.
However, the threatening and dull air here just gets to me.