the marine drive moment...

I think I can say I know a thing or two about pretence .It easy to pretend I am working now in the office. It is easy to pretend that I am happy with what I have been doing as work. But it is difficult to pretend that I am fond of the some people here and most difficult to pretend that I am being completely honest right now.
The music of Pink Floyd pours into me nerves calming the irritation caused by the incessant need to go far far away from here. I have not had good sleep at night for days now. My mother used to tell me that there is no one more unhappy than the man who cannot sleep well at night.
My eyes betray my brain which wants to express my thoughts as if they fear the sentiment escaping me and so keeps slumber at an arms length of desire. This is a rush of words and a text of floating sentiments.
Now I suddenly want to be in a room all alone with the speakers blaring channelizing the energy of the song into my body and making me feel mad with vigour. It shall make myself play furiously on my imaginary instrument which is the only gift of a precious hallucination that makes my world come alive.
Now this moment is escaping me, this moment of sudden clarity and I want to say Don’t walk away ….Don’t walk away when my world is burning…Don’t walk away when the hearts still yearning….Don’t walk away…