I'm stuck in my room all day. No freedom, no fresh air. I'm being suffocated in this room as I force my head and brain to learn and work in my small room. The anxiety and stress build a wall in my doorway, blocking me to get out in the beautiful sunlight.

I'm stuck in my room all day. No freedom, no fresh air. I'm being suffocated in this room as I force my head and brain to learn and work in my small room. The anxiety and stress build a wall in my doorway, blocking me to get out in the beautiful sunlight. I miss the days where I could go outside and enjoy the dazzling sunsets, take long walks along the seashore, watching the sun finish for the day and see the stars start to shine in the indigo skies. I miss the days where I would laugh with my friends without any worries. The days where we wouldn't talk about sad things. The days where I had nothing to do other than laugh and enjoy myself.

I wish I had cherished those days. Now that I cannot even leave my prison, the lingering frustrations and regrets strip me of all motivation and confidence. I want to travel back to these days and relish in those bright days. If I were to describe those days in one word, I would call it 'moon'. Beautiful yet underappreciated. It shines in the darkness but always hides in the light.

Now I'm stuck in my windowless room. There is no light to be found. Only the light from my laptop screen, enlightening one small corner of my prison cell leaving the rest of my room to descend into the darkness. I hope I can let go of the precious memories but still remember them and cherish them. But I doubt that's going to happen anytime soon.