done with—

could someone please bail me out of this mortal prison punish me elsewhere but make me null of human emotions to have the opportunity to do unworldly things with endless possibilities but never had the courage to dwell with its contrasting loneliness my mind's exhausted from making up memories in my head an alternate reality of things that could never really happen If life really is like riding a bus, I'd like the driver to drop me off, a cemetery near a river bank, an empty street of an abandoned village, a barren land with long roads leading nowhere, a grassland near a wild forest. somewhere deserted where no one could come after me where I am the only problem I could think of no expectations, no disappointment, no criticism I am too overwhelmed with everything I shall take my peace somewhere safe even if it means settling everything over graves and eulogies—